The normality. The melatonin. Singing the tune of insomnia. Knocking on your invisible walls. Beckoning for your attention.
Yellow and mixed emotion. Pink full of devotion.
Tall, dark and pale. This fear has gone stale. From that fucker that was once there.
Reality is real. Reality is here. Reality is a solid form. Reality is this moment.
Reality is a faded dream. Reality is jaded. Reality is bleak. Reality escapes you.
It can be constructed. It can be broken down. It can leave you.
And…Return unapologetically.