The heart of the dreamer, it is that life laid plainly and openly before you, the reader. It is moral/ immoral, it is freedom written onto the page. The poetry within are reflections on moments of bliss, sorrow, love and heartache. Each line is set to its own musical composition, each piece its own reflecting pool unto the world. Allow each line, each verse to break away the idle continuation of time. Surrender yourself to the rhythmic strumming as each string is set upon with bow and hammer, producing a proclivity of musical madness. Allow it to sink deep within every pore. Allow yourself to be taken on a journey of imagination, to be lost in the fervent dreams of a wayward mind. Give yourself permission to freely indulge upon the licentious fruit of the decadent. Each written piece draws forth is its own imagery, its own understanding for its created life. Allow yourself to be guided into fantasy and broken reality.