I want to be somewhere where I’ll feel alive—a place where the sun kisses the skin and taints the night. You were once a lovely dream that pulled me away from reality, always guiding me away from what is right. But now I’ve awoken from the ashes of your words and ignited the reverie you’ve once inhabited. Infatuation’s incantation no longer sings the songs you’ve written for me, for pseudonyms don’t intertwine around my lungs but rescue me from asphyxiation instead. I rise from the bottom of a dream and watch you fall back from the clouds. I won’t live in the air castle built from your disguise.