Can you imagine a silent savior? I have one.
All my thoughts stretch to it and
There I find comfort, there I find reflections of my dreams, I invest myself.
Here I find a cure for all the ailments of my life, all the hypothetical problems and abstract thoughts, providing me with feelings
Every pill and drug claims to provide us with, but no prozac, no
Xanex, no opiates or hallucinogens will ever allow me to connect with the world like this.
An acrostic poem.
— The End —