I live in a world that is half unreal. The air I breathe is a mist unsealed. I tread in a fog that un-reveals the goblins and monsters behind my sail.
I live in a world that is half unreal.
The air I breathe is a mist unsealed.
I tread in a fog that un-reveals 
the goblins and monsters behind my sail. romantic stories
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Illusion

I live in a world that is half unreal. The air I breathe is a mist unsealed. I tread in a fog that un-reveals the goblins and monsters behind my sail.

This fog I walk in keeps me safe. Familiar faeries dance in its vermillion haze. Those winged creatures that guide my way, too, protect me from harm's foul play.

This thick, dense veil ensures my ignorance. And keeps from me life's ugly arrogance. It's melancholic lamentations, it's stoic decadence. For my heart is too soft and weak for such exhaustive non-fiction.

Oh I would willingly live and die in this all-emcompassing fog of mine. But for one thing --- it costs nigh high; the absent visage of your darling eyes.

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