MIRAGE

A pigment of the imagination. A dream resulted from the longing, the lingering. Existence. Constitution. The vortex comes forth...

I can't do this.

An act of desperation? A hidden personality springing forth from an unexpected character. Ego. The bells are ringing. The fall from space, the pedestal. Crashing and burning.

Who are you? Who am I?

What is this?

An oasis. Water. Flowing. Quenching. Refreshing. The stream of life.

Nothing but a mirage.

Everybody's gotta learn sometimes.

In the company of family, friends and acquaintances... I have never felt more alone.

There is no stranger.

No one will ever understand.