I Escape

I’ve worked hard escaping my insanity with substances, social impulsiveness, humour and mostly by the idea of love. I love with my full heart and would have moulded into perfection in the eyes of my lovers. This was not always the case, and in fact, I always struggled more than the stable men I sought out. But I worked hard. I surrounded myself with positive influence, even at my darkest moments. I thought maybe I could be pushed towards sanity if those around me embodied the qualities I desired. Sadly, many of these connections faded along with my passion for life. With that said, I’ve managed to maintain many lifelong friendships. Friends who have seen me at my worst, and my best.
I escape into daydreams of untouchable success and get lost in fantasies of a true love story. I can only dream. I now sit still with discomfort that envelops my mind and body. Once pushed towards my addictive nature, both with life and love, I now escape with healthy outlets instead of self-destructive and careless actions. I no longer feel the need to move quickly through each experience and instead am now taking in each breath with gratitude and patience. I now find escape in contentment with my newfound self-love.






