FasterBullbus

I'm a Blue Poet, and that makes me a Passenger in this Artistic Land of Freedom.
I believe life's a Hugh gap between NONE and SOMEONE. I'm NONE who's created a world, in & around his mind, of SOMEONE.
And how?
Well, I 'been creating stories all my life in a mere vision of optimistic illusions. I was kind of hoping that maybe an indirect approach to the optimistic illusions may guide meself towards reality. But, I guess that I no sooner get to know my characteristics than I get to know the faux nature of dreams. Moreover, this is where I'm heading: Unanswerable.
For me I'm just too satisfied with myself that I won't ever get jealous.
Who else has the time to waste when it's for free, and what's keepin' you hanged is the proximity of the mysterious places where you'd never been before. It's like the allusions: The Visions of Invisible.
That's somehow the way I see things around me: A Psychedelic Eye.
However, Life's not his that lives it but that enjoys every tiny moment living it.
And that I guess is the real me:
A Poet who doesn't phrase because he's free to think and free to speak.