As I child I always dreamed of running away. I wanted to leave this world and live in a dream. All the other kids hated naps but I loved them because they gave me a chance to escape. As I grew older I found my self sleeping as much as I could. When I was awake it was only physically. My mind was always somewhere else. As time went on I found myself thinking odd things. Are there others worlds? How do you get there? Is that what comes after death? I wanted to find out. I got even older and found myself not only wanting to escape this world but my mind completely. These thought were driving me insane. I couldn't handle it anymore. I looked down and saw nothing but water. I was one step away from knowing what comes next.
So I jumped.
Nothing. Empty darkness. No thoughts no sound. It was nothing like what I'd imagined and yet this was somehow better than being alive.
