“Greetings, lads and lasses yonder!
Audience I plead for a story to tell
Of a boy who chased a mistletoe,
Though his heart unrequited fell.”
Beyond the walls of perception lie realms of ethereal possibilities that may or may not exist — or at least most believe they don’t. You cannot walk because of the non-existent floor and its gravitational fluctuation, nor can you feel the ordinary warm or cold winds upon your face, save for the sensation itself is a tingling one, soothing one mixed with feeling of sweet conflict and spicy love. As you swim past the conceptual lamps — barely forged and lame, yet containing the voices of universes within — in the light of the six moons at a window by the mountain of emerald, you will find me sitting on a 19th century Gentlemen’s Armchair with my fingers steepled and eyes lost in tranquillity.
“What goes on in that mind”, you ponder? That is one mystery impossible to dispel. Though, rest assured, I may have something you’re looking for.
Artist, Poet and Animator, as well as aspiring Writer; dreaming things that can never be, I am under the moonlight, stealing your stars. Thanks for enjoying my personal musing, occasional poetry and art. Keep an eye out, and you might just catch gold.