i overindulge in the daydreams of the perfect scenarios i create in my head.
i imagine my feet in the sand, myself in all white, with mango juice dripping off my chin. it’s addictive to think about. i sink into these daydreams, somedays i walk around half awake, i exist in this dreamlike state. it's like being high but sweeter, easier, lighter.
sometimes…
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