I was forged in the furnace of chaos. An infinite black void became my refuge from the madness that was numbing me to the sadness.

The faint twinkling of stars long dead and free floating ice crystals act as a universal mobile rotating slowly above me as I sleep. Meteor showers form a vast flame and debris spewed cradle that rocks me into a temporal sense of happiness.

Dreams of candy coated gingerbread men and fields bursting with bubble gum flowers tantilize my palate making me salavate; for its sweet opiate laced honey from specially bred bees giving each tender bulb a stinging kiss.

One bite pierces the skin of the gum--liquid goo glides down my throat burning  with the intensity of a thousand suns as I run naked and crazed through a field of carmel scented corn and spiced pumpkins. I lose my footing falling hard onto the ground--vines slither like serpents hissing coiling around my wrists, ankles and shins...dragging me inside revealing secrets from untold origins where I am nursed by an effulgent glow that shows me a place beyond self indulgence where I find bliss.