It’s cold and lonely out there… I wish I was as warm as one of the beautifully blended paintings I’m gazing at right now, maybe one day. These blankets and pillows trying to replicate the warmth of another human’s flesh is pathetic. I’m pathetic. All I want is to be embraced with fervor, where are you? Uncertainty is so horrid, I hate it. I hope to death that these four walls around me don’t become my prison. I want to astral project myself into another dimension, please just take me away from here.