Search’in...
Turn i enjoy sharing each, but i don't always feel i have such time to burn it rhythms a melody off key one i enjoy to change every second, every dream in empty desserts, i find a crystal clear hopeful clarity of a stream untouchable, maybe a delusion
I'm-agine...
Fluctuations of delusion, destiny, & denying the clearly known are, in a way, how i get through each day, it's a part of how i've grown... "be it real only to me" "it makes all else 'better' with 'why & what' i can see" ????
The Wolf's Watch
He no longer held any delusions. he understood just how painful it all can be. how people worked. that it wasn't the end. he picked his head up, lifting himself from his vigil.
Prison On Paper
I recieved love from a delusion--a fantasy. i turn to return, to turn her eye to me-- but in a turn of the hourglass, she is gone from me.
Personal Pride
But as long as others believed he was beautiful, he would not deny them their delusions, would he now?
Through the Cracks - When You’re Not Feeling Holy Your Loneliness Tells You You’ve Sinned
"we can't know when the first delusions of the hysteria started.
Through the Cracks - With Dreams, With Drugs, With Waking Nightmares
Maybe whatever collective hysteria was happening just seized on an old fear for the content of my hallucinations, by all reports each person's delusions that night were highly personal.
I'm Alien or a Time-Traveller... or something. (Six)
Addressing both girls in the room "i'm technically crazy but mother isn't allowed her delusions." in unison they replied "she doesn't know how to deal with the loss." "i know.
H.O.S.H.A.W. Miranda’s Story
I shifted into my full form and went hunting for the first time in several weeks, hoping that shedding blood would sate the feelings that were forming and cure me of my delusions. but it didn't work.
Were-the...
Organizing memories lost among foggy thoughts & sensations i look back to see how lost to expect the future generations time a delusion, a must, a dream never to be woken i settle into the moment content, knowing what may
Wishes to the Night
Brisby, wherever you are, even if you are just a delusion of my imagination, know that i have the innocent childlike belief that we may meet someday, and that we may dance together, my queen, with your king. good night, my love.
Mist and Memories
Never searching for new paths which could be laid only giving into the delusions of the past which we crave always hoping that there is some shred of it we can save our memories are like the mist ever changing, with our every wish yet the core