I want to be free for once.

To live in my own dream world.

Where everything will be in my own taste of perennial perfection. If perfect meant unchanged, or undisturbed.

Where there would be gateways to the alternate universes that would serve as escapes from my own reality.

Where the things that have changed would still remain the same.

But sadly, no. I can’t remain in a dream-like trance because that will only lead to the destruction of the only reality I have.