Escape

Running away... 

That's what my days are

Blocking you, blocking me,

I no longer want to see

My days, my routines,

The mind-numbing steps that fill each moment

Wash, rinse, repeat

Wake up, exist, do and do more, until... 

Until a moment I steal

A moment in which I grab my phone,

Click frantically on that little blue icon

And watch words fill my screen

And I dive in, maybe I'll read just a page, or even just a line,

But for that page, for that line, 

I'll be away

I'll be escaping

I won't be here, listening to the same sounds,

Hearing the same requests, 

Feeling the same needs, your needs that smother my life

I'll be in someone else's life,

In another story 

Where others are happy or unhappy

But where they will one day be happy

Because someone gave them that gift

I'll be away, with Malec and Charlie and Simon

Free... until time pierces my splendid isolation once more