My Getaway

I’m a bit tired of Words nowadays. I have read so much garbage the last few days that I really truly understand the phrase “word vomit”. Excuse the vulgarity but I am just trying to prove a point.

I can’t even read the lovely books I bought recently which are now added into the ever growing pile of books to read. Home just does not do it for me nowadays. I need to find an outlet. I need to get away from all this nonsense. Which frankly I do not understand.

I wish I had a safe haven. A place I can go to where nonsense cannot penetrate. In the end it just confuses me. I rather not be a part of anyone’s unfinished business. Do I look like Caspar?

If I am so free why do I feel as though I cannot even spread my wings and fly? Why do I feel tethered to a place I no longer recognize or care for? In the grand scheme of things and comparison to my peers my responsibilities are minimal at best. Nothing money cannot solve. Crude but indeed true. There is one thing but sigh… I cannot stick around until they beat me into submission with their arguments and tears.

So I guess I have to count my blessings and I do. Yet it does not ease the feeling of being incomplete.

I need to find my refuge this weekend. If only to forget.