Escapism:
The want, to move away
from the 'What is'
to the 'What if'

Escapism is my refuge
These words I write, as I write, do that
Help me run away
Run away from all this noise
This noise, that is always there
sometimes too loud, blaring in my ears
or brewing in the background, ever so slow
Waiting to conquer.

These words free me from my demons
And as I write this now,
I free myself some more
I get to live in my own land—
the Land of What Ifs
the Land of My Choices, My Rules

I fly away to that faraway land
where no one tells me what to do

It's my words, my escape
My very own high
that transports me
far, far away from the 'where I am'
to my very personal and very beautiful
'where I want to be'

~ r.a.w