What is your escape?

Maybe it is writing all the words out on a page
The ones that haunt your thoughts
And hurt too much to say out loud

Maybe it is drawing your dreams on a canvas
Taking the faces and monsters from inside
And letting them escape with the flick of a brush

Maybe it is running far away from your reality
Feeling the sweat drip down your face
As you leave everything that once was, behind

Maybe it is singing all your hearts desires
Hearing the notes take on a life of their own
As they drown out all of your worries

Maybe it is dancing to the beat of your own drum
Feeling your body tell its own story
And changing the ending so it is yours

This world is full of
Hate, rage, dishonesty, and prejudice
Just to name a few

But it is also full of
Love, kindness, hope, and respect
Too

The world has its’ own reality
And it is up to you to decide
If the worlds’ reality will be yours too

Everyone needs to escape from the world
Taking the time to think about no one
But yourself

Is it selfish?
Yes but in order to show compassion
One must first learn to be selfish for the right reasons


So take the time to love yourself
So you can learn to love other people too
And tell me

What is your escape?

Artists are we

Of words
Of space
Of sound

Late Style is

A metaphor
A contradiction
An aesthetic

Minds would be

Abstract
Analytic
Apathetic

Heart beats with

Rhythm
Rhyme
Romance

Of
reasonable
irrationality

And you look at the world
With eyes filled with wonder and fascination

As though you are a scientist
And the world behind the glass is a laboratory

Experimenting with life
With none but one's own

As safety firsts and lab rules,
Are plastered all over the walls

They are but ignored
As curiosity would ****
For satisfaction

To find answers
To questions

Unasked

You were a lonely soul
Dark and deep and mysterious

But you were also kind
Brave and strong and loving

But your love was lost
To the one who was oceans away

And so you turned to me
Who was too naïve to know

That romance was not love
And love was not always true

And rebound wasn't just a play
In a game of basketball

And so I broke apart
A fragile soul too broken

To piece together something
worth loving