The substructure of humanity, the origination, the runs of crosses and crises more sincere, and more founded, without the lords deciding there is heresy.
The physical eyes they see distortions of the self.
They see reflections that project back the external you.
Take down the mirrors and remove those echoes.
We all have the ability to meet Illusion; she has such wonderful seductive power. She can sooth the nerves, wipe your brow and meet the highs with the diligence of supporting your every want.
The coat of colours was not mute enough, serious enough, conformed enough— no it was loud, shocking, funny, unique—and this coat created an individual.
Forgather of drama, no more.
Partake in no encumbrance.
Nullify the thoughts of destruction.
Create a void, trapping falsehoods.
Breathe to escape those lairs.
