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.