I am a delusional little girl. Blinded by the lights that flash in my dreamworld. So caught up in my false reality that I cannot see the insanity of my fantasies. Narcotic escapism keeps me locked in an illusionary prism. Alcoholic intoxication heightens my imagination and allows me to feel non existent sensation. Nothing is real to me unless in the mind I can vividly see. Isn’t it enchanting that my visions will only ever be projected and influenced by me?