escapism is such a beautiful concept.

''escape'' - to be free; to be rid off

To escape from yourself till you're lost when you stop and question, ''who am I?'' ...''what am I escaping from?''

To escape from anger, hurt, pain, secrets...from words never to be repeated. Words that are loudest in moments of silence.

To escape to a holiday. To freedom. To a sense of 'space'...if only for a few days.

To escape responsibility. To not engage in tasks you were meant to. Tasks that you are expected to engage in.

To escape into love. Into the warmth of being cared for...of being cherished.

To escape into nature. 'Touch-me-not(s)'. Wild cats. The endless wisdom and memory of an elephant...the distance in his eyes...you almost see god.

Escape into a search for truth. In search of a purpose. In search of something elusive...you don't know what.

Escape into a conversation...you only ever had twice.

Escape into memories...of which you have no recollection.

Escape into yourself...is there depth to escape into?

Escapism is such a beautiful concept. Till you figure out what you're escaping from.