4 a.m. — and I am the king of the world, queen of all things feral. I burn brighter than the stars, a galaxy full of possibilities. My reign eternal; I am the only one alive and I want to live dangerously.
Want — with one word the light goes out, the stars dip beyond the sea, my crown tumbles to the ground, I am pulled back to reality.
Back — here and now I rub my eyes; feel my lambent desires die as morning resurrects all of my insecurities.