Delusion is like a Summer spent in a mental hospital
eating crap
and seeing the sun in the same small place over adn over again
It's like never having been traveling
and then through some ill fitting prostitution career
believing there's a load of decent men who want to take you on holiday
It's about time and space. It's about feeling the need to define your realty versus making a better life.
It's about believing people who are not who they are, when they speak, believing every word they say or hint they drop you.
it's about not needing safety from your own mind.
but more from clever people who see through your attempts at magic.
It's continuing the writing even though you suspect every letter is delusional.
it's about being fascinated by everything, just not everyone.
Because those are the people who made you clinically delusional, and who accuse you of being delusional still.