Sometimes I wish I could do it, you know?
Sometimes I wish I could run away from it all, leaving everything behind.
Then I dream of going to one of those beautiful, peaceful and quite places that you always find described in your favourite books.
A place where I could be alone, but never be lonely.
One of those places where I could feel free.
A place where I could spend all of my time gazing at the stars, looking at how the sun goes down or waiting for it to rise back up.
And all of it while camping in the open, warming my cold skin to a soft burning fire and writing stories with that last bit of light.
I’d own nothing more than I would need, somehow finding my way.
I would learn and find out why I am here, without being judged for it by society’s eyes.
When I dream of running away, I, for a moment, am free.