Don’t let it pass you by.

I want to slowly roam the aisles of a book store and delve into pure, solid, new thought. Never one for fiction. Always reality. Gritty raw stories and thought processes that allow me to feel the way I was meant to feel. Relate to events that many would find abnormal or undesirable. Escape from my reality, but in a way that is still real. It is a strange dichotomy really, the ways in which I want to run so hard and so far away from demons, only so I can feel and breathe in new ones. I am content but always searching. In the end, isn’t it all just a dream?

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