Awake in a comatose world of anemic minds. Estranged with the ideas of freedom and self-expression. All is chaos in the epitome of epiphanies. I knew a girl once. Fell in love and couldn't crawl out. Grew up jaded, hated, and underappreciated. Now I scrawl ribbons of type across pages of electrons shot into a matrix of phosphorescent color. All is well when I am unwell and the world is not enough.