Sometimes I just want to BE....
So...
Allow me to wallow in the bliss of my ignorance
In this state of perfection where nothing matters if I don't mind.
You see; logic's prison and the hole of rationale have proven hell 4 my creative juices...
I want for the art of my soul, my daily bread to no longer be reason.
Let me be bliss....
Let me be in bliss...
Where white is feeling
Where nothing is everything
And where rain does not chase me away.
Allow me to exist not for the universal but for my own...
Truth.
#####A request to the ghost hounding my (f)ears on my not so best days####