i wrote a poem:
i am bored of reality.
to be content, i must be elsewhere.
among others so desperately seeking escape?
consciously yet uncontrollably slipping further and further away
from what is fact, to what is truth
the far angles of life perception.
an unreachable new state of mind and soul
a body stuck....
am i merely intriguing?
am i purely insane?
i doubt reality.