Morning's mist
fills my eyes with contradiction
my skin peels
by the purity of the silk.

The rainbow above painted my clothes
as my hunger got relieved
just by drinking milk.
Pain dropped
I started to feel like a blooming rose
with no worries.

Sadly, this was just a one meaningless fiction.
This is a little bit uncomfortable for me,
although this dream
began to heal my drug addiction:

''Purity could change my looks for the better
for the peeling skin symbolized
the removal of my old way of living.
I could finally stop being a go-getter.

Drinking milk showed me
that you can live your life,
and be sated
without being addicted to pain-soothers."