Reality

Imagination.

Imagine having no spouse, no significant other. Nobody that gives a shit whether you live, or die.

Imagine losing your house, or rather having it taken from you on the whims of others. Imagine this happening multiple times.

Imagine your children scoffing at your efforts, your love, your time, your value in their lives. Imagine living as a money tree, only visited when the fruits of your efforts are desirable pickings.

Imagine not being worthy of friendship, companionship, or love. You know this through constant and consistent demonstration.

Imagine being shunned by coworkers and peers. You are not enough. You are weird. Why do you wear that hat freak?

Imagine your only pseudo friend to be the Devils Dandruff, what an idiot you are.

Now imagine meeting a new friend. One that promises to make it all go away. She courses through your veins, offering instant relief to your suffering. You know where she leads you. But as she beckons you towards your final resting place, it all becomes clear. This is all you have. Her name may be heroin, but to you, she’s an actual heroine. A woman of superhuman qualities.

The end.