Illusions and fusions of confusion in my mind make me unaware of the reality that I face. I cannot see what I know and be what I am, because I am locked away in deep pockets of perception that fabricate a present moment that isn't what it actually is. 

Blurred vision and broken eyes. A fatigued future and continual lies. Denial and duress, with a poisoned past and brittle future, I can only try and be anything but here. 

Thick green lands, and forest bush cut my legs and bruise my bones, as I try to stampede through the shit storm everyone calls life. I break through twigs and pull leaves past my brow as I just want to get the fuck out of here. I don't want to contend with all of these unnecessary obstacles. I don't want to wrestle with sticks and stones. This menial plight is a tedious game. Our habits and rituals formed to ease the burden of everyday, and forced to do things we don't even care about. 

So I see false idols, and I extract pleasures from empty vessels and broken hearts. I hide in others, and curse everything but myself. My lack of understanding has caused a burning projectile to be launched from the depths of my being into this world, and fester into a putrid ball of black mess. 

But then - after everything I've seen and done, and after all the confusion I've felt and battled, I meet you. Illuminated by vivid colors and an immaculate glow, you straighten my vision. You cut all the bullshit. You plaster the pieces together and show you me that nothing else matters but you. Your divinity is my Saviour. Your purity is my true cause. Illusion now becomes clarity and perception now becomes reality. 

Be my infinity. 

Photographer: Jake Raynor
Model: Aleta Cai