I look all around me with sadness and nostalgia. I don't know why but I feel as if I will be leaving this place very soon. No, no I don't mean death...I don't think. I think it means an escape. An escape from what? An escape from life, that's what. Don't you have to die to escape life? I don't know, but you bet your ass I am going to find out one way...or the other (the other being actual death). I don't think you need to die to escape life. From years of living, (15 to be exact) it seems to me that this world typically is not so black and white, right and wrong, or clear. There is so much gray to the world it is positively depressing. Could that be the answer? I think all you have to do to escape this life is close your eyes. Go to sleep, dream, imagine, do anything you like, but it is up to you to decide if you want to live. And right now I choose not to.
