when we think of escaping insanity, some may say that i can only happen through a distraction. Most think, using drugs is the solution, hooking up, and worse, death. But when i think of ways to distract myself from this crazy, hectic world; I think of literature. 

Pages, full of words. Those words transport me to a whole new universe, they fly me to this happy, serene setting. It's like I'm watching a movie, but I get to decide how the characters will look like; how they talk and how there facial expressions are like. I get to see the characters, privately, and laugh, cry, and even scream at some parts. Some think I may sound crazy, but it's the sane ones that find true escape in times of need. 

What I meant for this poem to show, is that we can find escape in things that are positive, and even, come out to be more content. I want to explain that escape with a positive outlet, is really liberating.