How to make really bad choices by following your head and not your heart

qué estoy haciendo? yo quería escribir un libro
yo quería vivir en la casa de mis sueños, como Lestat en la reina de los condenados.. con todos ellos.. todos juntos, todos imunes al paso del tiempo, al cambio, al destino.. todos ahí, para siempre.
yo quería vivir los mejores momentos de mi vida una y otra vez..
yo quería estar en paz con mi inconsciente.
yo quería ser el amuleto sentimental al cual te aferras·

A man lies in his bed, in a room with no door
He waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter
After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank
As the ceiling at which he's staring
He's alive, but feels absolutely nothing
So, is he?
When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact
No trade-backs...
So this is what it's like to be an adult
If he only knew now what he knew then...

I'm open
Come in

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers
He decides to dream...
Dream up a new self... for himself