Escape

To the survivors
Of ultimate darkness
To the people
On treacherous journeys

You touch the button
And
A bright screen flashes before your eyes,
Opening up the world of other people before your eyes.
You will feel lucky.
Hopeful.

That something good will come out of this.
But in reality, it is World War III.
All over again.
The soldier with bullets aiming at your skin.
The malevolent girl.
With the power to crush down the buildings in your veins.
With the courage to spit poison into your bloodstream.
Makes you want to…
Escape.

Escape out of your world.
Open your eyes to different opportunities.
Escape.
From all the people who drag you down.
To escape the current that is pushing you as you drown.
All you can do is.
Escape.

With this unavoidable girl.
This tornado swirling you in.
How do you breathe?
Escape.

As you gasp for air
It comes to mind
This is the inevitable chapter
And you have to stay strong,
Because your story isn’t over yet.

Now is no time
To think of what you don’t have
Think of what
You can do
With what you have.
Escape.

From this high school.
From this friend drama.
From life.
And just think.

Think about the people suffering in Afghanistan.
Think about the refugees trying to find home again.

Staring at this flashing screen,
Praying for these

Just think.
And you will see…
as each moment passes, people die.
Tears are shed. Blood escapes.
Nothing can stop the grief.
As we all.
Escape.

We don’t create a fantasy world
To escape reality
We create it
To be able to stay...

You click the button again.
And there she is.
The reason you don’t want to come to school.
The reason you cry in your bed.
The reason cursed words collapse from your mouth.
The reason you.
Escape.