As I mentally drink of this hallucinogenic tea, known as IG, I lose my breath, and slowly sink into a sea of illusions, there is no dilution of the vile fragrance of this solution, and the air, my saving grace is even polluted,
a mirage is not made up of kinetic things, that’s why in a world of traditional smoke and mirrors, a moment of clarity is everything, in the absence of background noise, you can hear the lullabies that children sing….
or is that my subconscious demonstrating, that my mind has been infiltrated leaving me indignated, and the sources of my suffering had no warning labels or indications…. there are no sign alerts when the mind’s at work, everything leaves an impression, influences set loose and blindly lurk….
Nothing was ingested…. just beautiful images, and delusions of grandeur, so desires of more manifested….. ideas of what my life should be like, when simplicity becomes mediocre, aspirations become dream-like…..
Internet images dilute our rationality, narrow our ideas of what beauty is, encourage conformity and limit individuality, sometimes outer beauty conceals inner tarnishment, and in the aftermath of life’s carnages, our most prized possessions become casket garnishments……
reflection is discomforting, so we bask in ignorance blissfully…. everything is not as the pics depict it to be….. because some pictures represent a moment of pleasure in a lifetime of misery….