𝐅reedom. An intense word if you ask me. 
for some people is freedom to  find what they  have   always  been   looking  for.  if you've never felt it, you won't understand.

for  me,   freedom  is   escaping  reality.  I can't   change    reality,  I   can't   stop  her from  doing  what  she  always does. hurt. there  is  a  reason  why  people suppress their     problems,     hide     them   and  do everything to  keep the fake smile upright. And  just  so  people believe   you're   fine. nobody is who they appear to be. it  is the reality  that  takes  away  our  dreams and deepest desires.  I do  not  like  her.  really not. she is my biggest enemy. so i run. far far  away.  just  to avoid meeting her. stick my nose  in  books  and listen to the same song for hours. 

Maybe     she's    not    bad.     Maybe    she doesn't  mean  to  be bad. like all of us. but she can't do anything. she's bad, no matter how hard she tries not to be. 

freedom is to feel free even in the prison of reality.

when  someone  says  life  is  easy, he has never  lived the  life that i and many others out  there  are  living  right  now.  But that's ok.   he   will   know.  sometime.  somehow. somewhere. reality  will catch up with  him. no matter  how  far or fast he runs. she did the same to me. 

freedom   means   to   turn   your   back on reality.  but  one  day  she  will  find  us  all!
Maybe, just maybe one day i can say i won the battle of reality. but until then...

I   disappear   between   the   lines   of   my  fantasy.