Apart from perceived sanity, the journey is unreal compared to dreams of others. The twist of fate with some invisible upper hand emerges victorious holding the apprised prize of loves unrequited taunting. I'd beg to differ but my nemesis is anonymity--such a weak commissioned emission. Wanna trade? I'm done with mine. Give me reality or give me sweet passing unto nether as my heart yearns for peace in this world--and my mind says something about nothing important or relative... It's lost in moot head space. So I write toward this quest for catharsis. In the end I win I'm told. For this I shall continue as boldly as this vessel can muster for goodness and mercy. Peace,✌️ Jamonish