Illusions and how we chase them like mirage gives one the hope often a false one though but one who is lost will chase them still for that is all he has that is what remains sane in the insanity that surrounds him It is alright to chase illusions and become one with them maybe for all is insignificant for all will be lost anyway
Like the phantom leading one to jump off the cliff like the oblivion promised by the dope like the life given to you in womb like the love showered on you by beloved like the integrity that makes one sacrifice like the guilt that kills from within everything is but illusion and yet we like to be in one no, we all want to be in one
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.