I’ve resided in the fallen darkness. I’ve stared at the glass of redemption and feel it’s fragility. I’ve walked among the ruins and recognize a distorted mirror. I’ve tied myself to the script. I’ve seen the chameleons slither around my woven sun. I’ve sat on the branches and saw the sand I could not feel. I’ve reveled in my stench. I’ve tried for a decade to remove the aroma. I’ve cried a thousand teardrops and have crawled through the river of gloom. I have finally thrown away the key to insomnia. I have finally slept and see the reality for the first time.