I’m no fit. No matter if it’s my size, it won’t stick. Tell me I’m important. I forgot that’s just an idea, meant to slip. I don’t want anything material. Only which that holds a mental weight. I want my reassurance. Heavenly debate. Whether it’s real or not. As of now, feelings has become more and more fake. Waiting patiently for the end scenario. I’ve set myself a time limit. A specific date. For that near impossible day I decide to actually wake.