I used to believe in illusion.. there was a time when I would close my eyes and believe that the stars were shining only for me I would carry my illusions with me, as if they were a child in a womb imagining.. that with their birth I'd know complete happiness I would let go of reality within every breath I took. for illusions walked within me like clouds wander the sky - I would ignore it all- but one day.. maturity came to visit, and I was certain that just like innocence it would be harmless and precious. I was wrong.. It walked inside, and stole my illusions.. breaking my heart and fixing it at the same time. For I realized that reality as much as illusion is senseless.. and I'll forever remain an illusionist to my soul.