My Images

My images The sky is blue My limits are like a clue The trees blocks our suffocated of breathing by allowing us to live the air of oxygen. The sun powers our heat of electricity. My images are so delusional and full of romantic fantasies that I can’t explain. What are my images ? Is it my personification of make believe? Is it the hot sun I see while being burned on my body? Is it my limits that gives me less or more clues of ideas ? What is it ? It’s a vision It’s a prophecy a prophecy that seeks our surrounds it’s like the circle of life that patterns life and death sending its natural way to the afterlife. Images are strong in the gazing eyes and in the mind it’s like a memory a flashback that you can’t release it and erase it’s a real miracle and it’s your map your unique map that stays in your thick skull. Images are my flashing prophecy of life. Images are my eyes of flashbacks. Images are my mind of memories. And it can’t be let go but stay eternal like love.