|here. i am king. i rule my empire of dream with sleep and self medication. and i am happy. the king of now here. nothing hurts here. no one dies here.
this is where i belong and this is where i will stay. no blinding flash. no broken glass and car crash. no ashes to ash. just vanilla clouds drifting on a stoli breeze.
no more surgeries. no more infection and affectation. no more bandages. spiritual or otherwise. just the wind and me. singing what we sing. a song of remembrance.
the endless dance continues. only now i dance alone.