Deep in the swallows of self consumption I rested. Dreaming of that euphoric sensation of adoration. I attempted to restore my energy with a slumber party of distraction. When I awoke, engulfed in reality, I could see my distraction was disgusted and prickly. There were no visions of happiness as I had seen just moments before in my subconscious. Left were my lips in sobering loneliness, cursing the masochistic hope of dreams.

I am a homeless child, a shivering asylum seeker, a solitary statue with no connection to the people around me. I reign over the lost at heart.