Illusion
   is a strong word to define someone’s image, as far as being stable
on
   Senses. Reactions. Moods. Feelings. Slipping into a new skin: fly or hit
the
   rocks beneath, waiting to scrape & scuff at what you’ve acquainted to
outside
but hasn’t taken mold to your withered and abraded spirit, soon to be
Ashes
   begging to be piece backed together, only to design a misconception
of
   the mask I paint for myself each and every day of my life. Reaching into
my
   depths that hold the shades and hues of what makes up my internal
entity.