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Apr 2019
All this feels like an illusion
I must be in some dream
I am at the top of a mountain
Or am i hanging upside down in the sea
I am not one anymore
I am a storm of unsettled breezes
All trying to say their pieces
Turning into gusts waiting to propel out of the chaotic tornado
Craving for the freedom to just be

This feels like an illusion
I must be in some dream
Neck deep in a swamp of aspirations
Led there mistakenly by the imposters success, purpose and meaning
Some aspirations mocking me,some observing my moves
some trying to deceive me
To claim them as my own
Until no thought no desire no belief no ambition stems from me
For they have all ditched me and crossed over
Over to the side of the slough
Engulfing my very being

This feels like an illusion
I must be in some dream
Where the floodgates have burst open
And I am diving and paddling endlessly
To reach somewhere, anywhere
Someplace I can quench this unsatiable thirst
Pushing and flapping to find the shore
To desperately ground my feet
To anchor my sanity
Wondering if it ever existed, if I ever was sane

All of this has to be an illusion
All of this has to be a dream
For how else can i hope to wake up into a different reality.
The chariot
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The chariot  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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     Lemongrab, Perry, Sara Kellie and Fawn
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