In your dreams you can do anything, be anything. I decided to settle down within my subconscious. My home was now my bed. My residence was my imagination. There I stayed.
In reality, I was sick and starving, but home I was fed and well. Out in the world others forgot me; within my mind they loved and adored me. Why would I ever go back?
Even in my dreams, paradise does not last forever. Billboards popped up advertising real meaningful relationships with actual people could be mine if I just opened my eyes.
I did not. I knew the catch.
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Very well written and expressed! Such a cool dilemma! Been there, done that!