by ale

Is it a paradox. 
Always running and hiding and avoiding. Escapism and life has merged into confusion which, only really surfaces when the question is encountered: what are you searching for? 

To be subconsciously on the move to the extent that I am mentally crippled from getting up, getting out, is ironic. 

The answer to what are you trying to run from cannot be described; only experienced, not explained. 

I want a war in outer space, I want galaxy with people speaking in tongues, I want a farm in constant sunrise, a day that never ends.  

I want to walk on the Milky Way and wrap myself in vines. Bathe in vin santo and climb up a cumulonimbus to fall into water that doesn’t hold. 

Escapism is a mind game.