Deflate the Illusions

We were illusionists painting with all our favourite colours. Enamored by your elaborate hoaxes and your divine stories that wrapped me in cloaks of magic. Watching the fat snow flakes fall tonight, I take white to the walls of my mind and erase all those splendid words, the illusion warps and tears. Through the masks …

Golden

Gold blooms, I close my eyes and I can see fractal palaces stretching infinitely outwards. The lattice details of opaque brilliance. The intensity on my eyelids consumes and the imprints pass onto my environment when I open my eyes. Gold has a special significance, it inspires me to be better, reminds me of the magic …