the doorbell sounds, I open the door she turns around and greets me with a smile.
She's glowing: radiant, vibrant, beautiful, flawless.
She embodies the decadence of elegance.
No words are spoken, they are not needed. We embrace and begin our descent into indulgence.
I don't want this to end I become Lucid, no matter how long it lasts it is not enough.
This is torment, for as long as I can remember she has occupied a portion of my subconscious and conscious.
But she is trapped in my mind. Real as long as I am idle.
Idols have no time to be Idle.
Idle time is your worst enemy.
I wake up, sweating, groggy, upset.
I am still searching, for my Bad Dream.