i dream through rose-tinted glasses distortion making the ugly beautiful and monsters into angels; i built an island utopia in the caves of my brain where the bats hid from their enemies and where cavemen carved the sinner's prayer on tree trunks and lived happily with blood on their necks.

i dream that life will finally be satisfactory but i still have my rose-tinted glasses because the universe is a synonym for hell, torture is a law and we are all petrarchan lovers.