Confessions of An Escapist
The telephone rang..
What am I supposed to do?
The intoxicated feeling:
Amidst rugs, warm blankets, pillows
and crumbled bedsheets
Overpowered me,
So I let myself free.
The room was blank:
Windows painted blue.
Music system that has been quiet for a year now;
And other furniture here and there..
I lay half asleep:
Pretty and fair.
The world was no longer a bad place
The people were generous.
I had found love again:
But I needed to escape!
Escape from the falsity of life,
Escape from immortality of soul,
Escape from the green eyes of humans,
Escape from the damage of the hateful..
Is it possible to escape the rumour called life?
Or is it impossible to escape the reality called death..?
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