Escapism

There's a void in my mind

That carries me into the dark

Whenever the world

Becomes too much.

Days turn into weeks

Turn into months

Of pure nothingness,

I lose so many memories made

When I'm in the haze.

The only remaining memories

Lie within my writings

During those moments

Where everything is too much.

Writing is my escape

And my home

And the only way I remember

Who I truly am.

Reality becomes writing

Until I come back to myself

Clearing the haze

And the darkness from my mind,

Ready to face the world

Once again.