My mind wanders...
Reality becomes hazey...
Fantasies emerge...
Boastful and glorious...
Tried and true...
The nights disappear and the days awaken. The days in my mind turn into a new reality that presents me with images that pique my interest.
A lavish mansion in the middle of a vast world urbanized and modern that tend to every creature comfort.
A super human being with the power to save the world that uses it for his own personal pleasure.
He destroys his enemies with untapped strength and guile. Body packed with pound upon pound of muscle and resilience. The fortitude and courage deserved by a hero but procured by a mad man.
Beautiful women at his very will ready to serve and to please and be pleasured. All shades and styles all for him.
Then the night arrives again, and his dream filled days quickly dissapate and contort back in to his harsh reality and the redundancey and dry bore that his soul rejects and his mind ignores.
His body is left to perform it's robotic chore of doing the same thing everyday.
His mind deteriorates...
His sanity cracks...
His life is over...
Realest
