Jumping from randomized thoughts, to fantasies, to possible futures and alternate worlds.
Could I have possibly stepped foot into the abyss of the lost and forever doomed?
The hell of rhetorical questions, “what if’s”, and lost boys and girls. Where we travel to because we are completely and utterly misfit to be in a normal world to decide what the fuck we want.
The forgotten and fucked,
The Island of the Misfit Toys.