Escapism
All she wanted
was the ability to escape.
Escape without leaving...
Escape without a trace...
The thought of transcending
into the unknown, intrigued her.
She went there
as often as she could.
That place.
There were no rules,
no regulations,
no struggles,
no evils,
no pain,
just peace...
The kind of peace
you can only reach
if you’re sound asleep.
There are no other spirits there...
Just she.
And although that may sound lonely,
it was freedom for her.
Freedom to be who she wanted.
To do what she loved.
To not be forced
into caging her mind into a box.
To not be forced into
becoming one with the ways of society.
That place offered love.
Love she grew fond of
because the smell of it always surrounded her.
A love for her own personal form of escapism.
She viewed every escape as justified.
Within each puff she traveled further...
In 1000 seconds,
she found herself somewhere different...
Somewhere without you
being the only thought on her mind...
Somewhere without any troubles...
