Sign Language And Lingo
The certainty of appearances is that optical illusion is never what the shapes seam.
I chewed through realisation as if my life vest depended on it yet still could not reach its bare threads.
... whilst flying, fantasy was realised when the clouds hiccupped and each colour crawled over horizons supine. There was never a notion to ‘scare’, I could have watched them bleed into continental sneeze at equator’s lap. Just as I could watch as shadows on the plane wing ro