Dreams

Delusions of grandeur lead me to this.  Once in awhile the vapour dreams lead me to dancing in the kitchen.  Dreams aren't fluffy things in your head, they're written all over your body.  You can be that if you want.  They'll tell you it takes stuff you don't have, they're wrong.  They'll tell you it hurts, they're lying.  You only come this way once feel every fucking second.

There's that moment when you finally feel  connected to your life, the moment the veil lifts and you see yourself.