She sat by the edge of the ocean - a spot of her choice, a light sand beach - and watched the shenanigans of waves for hours. Every time a wave appeared to rise and strode towards the shore, she hoped it would bring a corked bottle, with a rolled paper in it and all … Continue reading Answers.
A glaring beam shot into the eye, poses illusory images in the vision, images that do not really exist. The world, yes, this world, it glares you with all it has got, forcing you into a perennial state of illusion. This illusion then, fed by ignorance, mutates into delusion.And so, we live and breathe.
I am a hypocrite, aren't I? Sad at the void in me, calm at the void of sky.