Venture with Reality

As I sat crossed-legged on my couch, I understood the meaning of freedom. This feeling of total relaxation could be accredited to the copious amounts of loneliness I had ingested five hours earlier. Even so, I was happy. Right at that very moment, my heart fluttered. That was the first time I experienced serious pain. The numbness set in and I wondered if anyone else in the World was hungry like me. Hungry for fortune and fame. I know all of that is bullshit but I'm interested. I want to know if I could last. If I could succeed. I guess it's hard to find out when you can't relate to yourself. Or talk yourself out of certain situations. You know what I'm talking about. Reality.