Your whole life you’ve sat in one spot hoping, praying you were going somewhere, that your not stuck there for ever. But you are, its just moving slowly around you the whole time your motionless stick in a parallel universe in a comatose state. Just laying , dreaming a life you didn’t want in the first place. There is no end to this dream, no sweet awareness , until this person finally shrivels up.Your own savior. There is nothing anyone can possible do to awake you. The moon, the people , smells colors textures, objects they are all just figments of your imagination. Nothing is real but at the same time nothing is fake. You are your creator there is no peace in your mind till this person has disappeared , been erased ,forgotten. Then you start a new dream it just repeats its self continually. You must kill, must die for your peace but your stuck in that comatose state.