Something feels wrong.
I escape into my mind,
my body rocking back and forth as my thoughts take a vacation.
Elsewhere, elsewhere!
Anywhere but here.
Anything but facing the problem. The reality. The truth. My true thoughts. My perspective. My feelings. My worry.
Anything but that.
Dream of a tragedy.
Make yourself cry!
But not over that! No, anything but that.
Dream of a romance.
Make your heart flutter.
But then it turns to tragedy.
Why must it always be a tragedy?
Dream of the mundane.
Ordinary things that normal people do and feel.
What's that like?
What's it like to not always be a tragedy or concern?
Dream of violence.
Dream of gore and guts and killing.
Feel the rage. The always justified rage that allows the pleasure of life reaping.
But this is scary. As justified and confident as you feel, as fierce and vicious and unstoppable as you feel, it feels not right.
This isn't right for you..
Dream of the fantastic.
Dream of fairies and lights and dragons and flying!
Dream of excitement and adventures and confidence!
This one. This one is a shield. Finally, a shield from anxiety. Finally safety. Finally.
