secret

I have a secret that is impossible to tell anyone leave alone showing.

I imagine pleasure that never existed entirely new all by myself.

I imagine in vivid details that I alone can see in any imagined object and in nothing.

I engage into activity to extract heavenly pleasure from that never exists except in my imagination.

I am bluffing myself sensing when there no sensible. While the joy is real (true) as reality (truth) ever can be.

I am the apex of delusion.

I am insane in my own evaluation.

I concur with anyone who thinks me so.

Seeing is believing.