The painting, full of colors and creativity, on the wall speaks to her, “smile young child, for your dreams have all been fulfilled.” These dreams, these hallucinations are nothing close to what I expected them to be. All the worries that occupy my mind, some are my dreams and aspirations, but I do not consider them fulfilled due to smoke in my lungs and life in my heart. Passion is what I need, this will guarantee me nothing. To lie down is what she prays for her, and yet her mind reels with thoughts of the faces on this wall. “You are all posing, you are not real. Your lives are based off non realities, because all of you look happy and this is just not so.” She does not respect them, and yet she wonders why she placed the pictures there herself. Perhaps in this alternate reality, the real reality that for the moment she does not and does not want to know, she loved their smiling faces. Perhaps it is what she expected her life to be. She knows, with her mind clearer than it has ever been and with her concious completely aware of what the subconcious told it, these faces have no control over her happiness and will neither encourage nor discourage it. She will make herself happy of her own volition, happiness is a journey and she has begun to tread the path. These faces are nothing.