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