fantasy world

Been living in some fantasy world lately. Lost my sense of self in someone else. Let myself drown in her. Became someone I am not. Now I am finally coming back to cold harsh reality. Dark comedy. Classical music. Novels. Investigative journalism. Life without time. Coffee and wine. Comfort zones. Orphan poets without families smoking cigarettes on balconies while happy people buy dog toys and go on tinder dates or visit people they think they know and express inauthentic selves on instagram chats. Swallowing pills to kill thrills. No rules. No games. I’ve seen it all. It’s good to be back again. To my old ways. I feel a sense of relief. Some kind of sick desire fulfilled of a loveless existence way out of town beyond the dirt roads. Dreams of heaven dead and gone. Just me and my songs. The way it was always meant to be. And good friends listening… My people. You.