i am an escape artist. i practice the art of removal; withdrawing from reality... letting my mind hide from the perils that await waking life. i have done this my entire life, and it is accomplished in many ways. some good, others bad.
creatively.. i make beauty. i order systems. i utilize that which is given me to produce a more elegant response. i manifest imaginations and conjur notions yet unseen. i fall into dreams that resonate through the ethereal levels of our universe. even to be swept up in the world af anothers creativity.. film, music, art. my mind disapears into a realm that sooths with positive energy and completion
tactlessly.. i abuse my physical self. drugs. alcohol. sexual promiscuity. using whatever means to be emotionally removed from personal awareness. ignoring my own worth and ability, i indulge in the least savory of activities; feeding off the vile depths of debauchery and pity. as punishment for lusting after a chance to leave, my soul rots with negativity and loss.
both of these powers are within me, a constant battle of which self shall prevail. but both as a means of escape. both sides of my being striving for something else.. both yearning for an unknown. both running from this plain.... fighting to be swept away.
i am an escape artist, and one of these days.. i won't come back.