06 | illusion

// A new web of lies, creating stereograms everyday, but you can't see since you're already blind with her bright optics. The topples of contrast are imaginary; playing with the clouds vividly. You can only gap with the deluding; see what her charm is doing. It's a play, play with a love — tattoo of lilacs growing. Can't you see the magic of eyes? You can perceive what you want. Anything, anything in the world. It brings a dead corpse, alive. It brings a shallow dream with the momentum flying. You can just give in/ take out. But you stayed; with the troller effect, a chubbed illustration. She's abstract, with the art of seething. Leaving you in the corner, you realise — you're alone in this maze since you already pushed everyone to leave behind. //