I wander through the dark mist of a place that no one else can see. Each breath I take is my own; a tonic to the poison that is reality. I shut off my ears and drift in the waters of my sadness. The ache in my heart is the sextant that guides my journey. This is a map of loneliness and I am the cartographer; forever designing worlds that no one else can enter; Yet each night I cry myself to sleep wishing that someone would break through the veil that imprisons me here.