Dear Lucid Dreamer,
You’ve embarked on a journey; an ephemeral one In search of a crown that befits you. A throne adorned with amethyst.
They keep reminding you how far you are from civilization on the other side of freedom.
You wade on. In a desert, a night terror that never ends.
Downtrodden by glass people. They do not breath; they just scorn those that dare feel the warm east wind they say they admire your strength; their sadistic voyeurism is left unsaid.
Your feet bleed. Eyes sunken. Countless lost; the rest mortified.
But your resilience is to your advantage, because, not until you’re lost, or ostracized, can you be closer to home.
till then, remember to prepare for the worst.