JOURNEYS, PART 15; BLIND BELIEF

 

We smoke liquid laughs,

embrace clouds of midday butterflies

that come in celestial clutters,

listen to smiles kiss the skies

that dazzle this vast ocean.

We are self starved

and cracked like overcooked caramel

but we draw our delusions from dreams,

we are nothing if not imagination

waiting to dip our wings into the world.

All words and paintings by Damien B. Donnelly

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