As i write across this page, the world flashes before me. Bright, dull colors all reflecting off my pupils. Drowning me in illusions and mirages. All the illusions which pierce my mind, my thoughts, and make me believe of reality, when reality is an illusion within itself. My mind is like pixels on a screen, forever moving and changing, never set on one thing. It's my eyes from which i see the world and my mind on which to think. Deep in thought of a deep blue sea. My voice is to speak words of kindness and to speak the words of a prophecy yet to be fullfilled. My actions make me who i am. For I am the person to take action for the beliefs of others and for myself. If i would not write across this page, what would you know of what i am or what i could be? As i write, i wonder does this make anyone confused on how i comprehend the aspects of a illusioned world. A world within itself, is the place we live in. The world has died out of peace and love. My eyes from which i see, my mind of which i think, my voice of which i speak, my actions of which i do, there all illusions. The eyes of an altered reality, the voice of despair and love, the mind of a witty braniac, the actions of a King or Queen. THE WORLD is fake, altered, unnatural, but yet surreal in every way. IMAGINE .


-Alyssa Arce