sleep is now my last haven, its where i will not have to face all the issues with reality, there is now nothing left that is not plagued. nothing left is real, everything that was, is and will, forever, is a lie, masked by layers of decit, make believes, impersonation. no one is real. and when sleep and fatigue takes over and cosumes everything, replaced by a world, an illusion, free of any vice and harshness of reality. perhaps now it is the only place that i have now that is not covered with flith and grime. everything else covered in layers of dirt and flith slowly stuck on layer by layer, part by part over time, everyone adding one piece at a time. there is no escape from the sewer called life. forever trapped within it. nothing can be done, many simply pull a mask over and ignore the truth.

perhaps one day there will be a way out, or a way to ignore it all and simply move on. until then, there will only be one haven left, one untouched sanctuary, where the grime will never spread. 

dreams do come true... only when you dream.