I had enough with reality so I hit the ground running

I dove into a fantasy and prayed it was a wet dream and not a nightmare

I inhaled deeply...the sent.... sweetly intoxicating... but was it perfume or poison?

What's beautiful is so ugly, so grimy, so raw

what's ugly is making beautiful, so different, so unique

and here I am caught in the rhythm of it

I want to wake up

Each day that old reality looks better and better

Each day I try to pinch myself and wait for my eyes to open

Each day I find myself here back here caught in the rhythm of it all