Manipulation, you insist, persist, and twist to maintain your reality as long as you exist. Holograms keep flying in, engulfed in your illusionary arms, cleverly orchestrated by a wicked magician who will attract the weak.
Your fragility is mesmerizing. One step aside, your pompous castle can’t resist the turbulences a pure heart can infuse while you gaze at the love frequency, not knowing how to assist.
How can you escape from the tentacles of this machine?
Recognize it’s a program with strings. Some are hardwired, others soft and easy to delete. Step aside and look at it. Let your diamond spark guide you through the imaginary maze until you discover its gist.
The flavors it comes with are rigid. Unwrap the shiny box and let your right brain scan the wrist, desperately trying to hide the mystery sealed with a deadly kiss. Take away the food source. Be determined.
Pull back the curtains, beautiful soul.
