When I’m Happy, Everything is Art.

When I’m content, the world is a technicolor dream and all things are possible.

My girlish naivete takes me by the hand and guides me towards my dreams.

The simplest of things evoke the greatest wonder, bring forth in my imagination the choosiest of sensations.

Sweet tastes sweeter, sour tastes exhilaratingly pungent and satisfying.

The air is tangible, the ground evaporates.

My mind, awake yet absent, encompasses the inspirations of generations before and after me.

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Ideas become reality.

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