Escapology
There are people on my left and people on my right, people in front of me and behind my back. An infinity of them. Everywhere you go.
Thankfully I’m not conquered.
I numbly glance at them and suddenly I hate them, I look back at the imaginary row of trees in my mind and approach the lonely woods. I desperately run toward them. Slow at first, and gradually so fast I cannot feel my feet.
I’ve mastered the art of Escapology.
posted by J @ 4:30 pm
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