This is a shift from the "lies and hyperbolism" of poetry. This is not a lie. It's is a dissection of my eye. My thoughts are horrific and beautiful. I see angels where I should see monsters; I see demons where I should see daffodils and sunflowers. This collection spawns across nature, animals, love, humans, plants, and all that fills the space around me. You might not like what you come across, but would you hold my mind guilty for what it conjures? Welcome to the journey of my mind. Tread carefully. Its floor are fragile, only the walls are hard.