Delusions
"Can't I be just a little delusional?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Beautiful Dreamer🥀🎕⁕⚘ You are the last person I want to be speaking to right now. The last, but necessity brings me to your doors yet again. You are a motorbike rider, the road is quite dusty. At the interphase between the tarmac road and the rough one, you wait. You know you are not wearing a helmet, the previous night's events have been haunting you and you want the thrill of the bike to take your mind off it. The skies have not opened in over a month and the people are getting worried. The dust is dusting, the sun is sunning,🌞 and you, YOU are your cherry old self. Ready to damn it all to hell. It starts with the low roaring of the engine, the machine's under load play a range of frequencies, but it's root note- the pitch its musical chord its built on, you know, is defined by the dominant frequency. You think about this as you press the accelerator with your foot, and you start moving. A plume of p...