dear reader‧‧‧, before throwing yourself in the void of my thoughts and navigate in all my dreamt and undreamed dreams, take with you the bow and arrows, — my mind is a jungle ‧ by the way, — try to wing onto yourself even a camera to immortalize anything ‧ adjusts the film on the spot, — lengthwise, width, up, down, and rotary, to explore (my nameless stars...), (my nameless loves...), elegantly masked in an allusive content ‧ remark, — in this galaxy of my universe, you'll be able to feel my mood inside you, as if you've been lured under the spell of a bad woman blues... ⋯ or you could have good╱bad luck in finding yourself when you look for me or, as you do, to get lost ‧ if somehow, it'll happen, follow the path of the good and beauty, and you'll be guided back to the light‧‧‧, my soul is self-satellite αΆα΅αΆα΅oneα΅ in the blue spectrum's elixirs π’
