Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.

a l l ?
perhaps
everyone we meet, at least.
i persuaded

– – – –

fool you not
blissfully living in ones ignorance
oozing happiness
OR
nights over days of confusion
empty
shallow bits
elevate
take me to the highest place

o b l i v i o u s w o n d e r l a n d