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
3 thoughts on “JOURNEYS, PART 15; BLIND BELIEF”
I like the hopefulness. (K)
Yeah! I love it when I find a little hopefulness to add, it’s often a rare gem from me! Thanks Kerfe 🤗
A place we all might visit more often!