Jester of many faces

I, Pedro am your reflection, you dream of spirals going upwards, upwards without puff, without breathing, the toxic chemicals that surely burns into the organs, though it is better to admit that illusion and fantasies are one and the same, we all create our own inner dialogues and my face is the conversation between your heart and mind, the road map lighted up and the darkness is where I talk, the darkness you prefer not to see, because then it is no longer an illusion, and I am your best friend, I make your desire's take flight without that hard landing, when puff surely comes into smoke patterns spiraling, like dancers they never tire. I am your subconscious giving you life.