A poem from my blog. Subscribe at wbdntv For me, the illusion is the things that I see My vision is what is reality to me. I hear the voices speaking to me from all around. But, I listen to the words that are formed within and resound. The sweet smell of success is the only aroma that I inhale. I can’t stand the stench of failure. It is musty and stale. Only the positive is palatable to me. I gag at the very thought of negativity. I feel the intangible and embrace what others think can’t be done. I am numb to impossibilities — defying them one by one. Yes, I have good sense! –Madame Butterfly
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 15:22:12 +0000
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