you'll love it out there.

all drug-filled haze and neon lights.

and if you look hard enough, even the odd metaphor for life.

you can feel the desperation under your fingertips

under your clothes

under her skin.

it's a hyper-realistic wonderland, out there.

with pills to make the world pretty

and songs to let the crowd live.

it's strange.

it doesn't make sense.

it's the first time i realised

that not everything has to.