When does the world around not matter?
Why do these sights dissolve into a hazy mosaic of colors? ... like a palette waiting to be used to transform everything I see.
I am the artist of my life... and I choose to take those colors and create a whirlpool of experiences, a storm of sensations and I shall dwell in the eye of that storm.
My cup of answers runneth over.
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