illusions - illusionist
When my eyes are tickling, as far as I can see, it's all about illusions after all, you let the miracle of deception blur your clear view and decide which deception you choose manipulating your mind.
It takes me to places never been seen, that are already in front of me, I watch and see what life is like and how we usually absorb them into us, with a focus on life or without, everything has another hidden meaning, everything looks alike, becomes like, than fades and recurs.
I see layers every time, in every time, something is connected to something, touching, caressing, dissolving within the other's soul's cortex, together the colors evolve in an abstract harmony –the vision of new life, something new, now that's a piece of me, of my heART directly to the heart with exaggerated bursts of emotion like a sponge brush.
Onion causes our eyes to sweat, like the heART, caressing the each and other heart and caring for it fondly, with the beat of a beat with excitement and the miracle of illusion, the weapon of mine, as I wear my illusionist's cloak
It is, like it is, every time, my eyes are tickling…
Like a magician's virus ...
Like an illusion