i feel like this is all just delusion
like everything is made out of plastic
and if i dug my nails into anything
the paint would peel off
i feel this is just a 2d projection
and if i leaned forward i would
start suffocating in a screen
i feel this is the simulated reality
of another me
and that these are just images
conjoured up by someone else
faux life created by a feverish mind
on the brink of sleep
my cough has been getting worse
i feel im getting pulled out of this
that any moment ill wake up
40 years old and coated with sweat