Cut. Stitch. Heal. Repeat.

High and Drunk

I put my headphones in,
And I am no longer in my body.
Away from the pain and sadness.
I realize I'm high.
High on the notes,
The beat and the voice.
I'm high on the escape.

I open my book,
And I'm transported.
Wandering through the story like it's my own.
I recognize the fact I'm drunk.
Drunk on the pages,
On the words that capture my soul.
I'm drunk on the freedom.

Music and books are all I need,
When the darkness envelopes me.
I can ignore reality and disappear,
Into an illusion that ceases to exist.