Am I illusional or just a bit delusional?
Do I live in a fantasy or is it more like fanciful?
Is my life the product of visions or phantoms?
Do I float in a dreamlike manner in reverie of all around me?
Does my heart overrule my brain sending signals
to my eyes that really don't exist?
Because I swear I see this beauty surrounding me,
enveloping me, playing with me...
notions and fancies of my imagination exploding
illuminating my every waking thought.
Is it trickery? Do I hallucinate?
Is it a figment or a daydream come true?

Is it PHANTASMAGORIA?
I fear it must be . . . to hold this much splendor
in one's own soul can only be a fantasy
of gigantuous proportions!

(Phantasmagoria: a shifting series of real
or imaginary figures as seen in a dream)

SAY WHAT? ... Say that again . . . ! ? !

What I'm really trying to say is that
I've taken a few of my fondest images and post-processed
with a soft focus creating a richer dreamier look to them. . .
similar to how I see them or think they should be seen in my mind's eye.
There. Now you understand, right? ;)