Pictured Myself in another worldly dimension, cigarettes palmed between my scarlet-red painted fingernails surrounded by the ocean’s lukewarm waves, allowing it to devour me until I can no longer feel what it’s like to be present in time’s worth. I lay in a restful place, running away from all the expectations everyone has of me, a heart can hold a tremendous amount of pain, soon enough my heart overflowed, spilling the content of unwanted lonely spirits. In another course of life, do I have more years to come to fill mom’s hopefulness of what I should have been, where I would’ve went and who I could have kissed. Heroin, meth, cocaine drives me insanely calm, one shot, in a trance of self-medicating. I could hear the angels call my name sweetly, motioning to join a promised neverland, I raise my hand ready for my body to take me higher than I’ve been before, one more shot, and everything, even my life would take place inside the ocean and into what is known as “the promised neverland”.