I’m going to go crazy.

This is happening.

Hang tight.

Be patient.

This is inevitable.

My tolerance to deal with the monotonous practice of the human society will end.

This has already started to happen.

My head and chest will continue to become uncomfortably with oversaturated physical sensations.

This will continue.

With every day spent in the city.

This will continue.

Each inhale invites a poison.

It’s the recycled unstable, toxic environment one absorbs from a fast life in a sick city.

This is what I blame for my going crazy.

You can recognize me as such.

I know better than anyone.

That’s fine to me.

I'm envisioning an exit strategy.

I'll disappear overnight.

Find me lost on a desolate spec.

It will be in the beautiful landscape that seems infinite.

It will be all mine.

My Nirvana.

An escape from the way it’s supposed to be.

I was always supposed to be there.

I always wished to be there.

This place has no stoplights, no concrete roads, nor traffic, even when times make you suffer it will hurt less.

There, you can be free.

There will be no authority to abide by, guided only by morals and your happiness.

I’ll forevermore be found residing there at this isolated address.

Once I find it.

Never to be sickened by unknown contaminates again.

But for now, I need the city.

There is no leaving it anytime soon.

I’m not meant to be here.

But, I’ve found a way to manage its venom.

I’ve found a way to make myself function in it.

And to be honest, right now, I feed off of it.

I get a high from this fast life.