You’re like make-believe. A daydream, a fairy tale, a fantasy.
Sometimes I wonder if I made it all up in my mind. Like maybe one day I really did break completely and I’m actually heavily medicated in a padded room somewhere.
You know, I’m okay with that as long as they never find the right combination of pharmaceuticals to wake me from this dream.
Just leave me be, it’s lovely here and I want to stay for always.