Running away from Reality

Drapetomania

The desperation drowns me, overlapping my sense of conscience. I let my feet dictate me and submit to the call of my roots -- my home: the land of magic, of completeness, of peace and safety. I gather a fast pace. Where am I going? I don't know; but somewhere I belong. Everything's a haze, every sound's a buzz -- my mind, my surroundings. But a childlike voice assures me -- I will be home; soon, very soon.

- urge to runaway is real