No longer can I compromise for the sake of hollow promises. To think I turned the better parts of me inside out—my heart, my spirit and my mind all for the sake of the make-believe you so frantically keep alive, still. It must have been arousing when I ended this war. Your crusade requires a moodiness I don’t adhere to naturally, yet there I was face-to-face dependent on the agony, for I gained a false idolatry that undeniably meant love, non? Nothing comfortable about it, but instead of pressing the panic button, tonight I’ll feed myself sweet dreams and continue the celebration of this gift we call life. The experience, please pardon all the deceptions and give it a good try won’t you.