Far Away

These past few weeks I have been very mad. I am not the person who showes anger when it bestows upon me. I keep a calm face, however inside I want to strangle you. Anyway I have been upset and have turned to my classical music for refuge. If you know me well, you will know that I listen to Beethoven's 9th when I am emotional or any classical music that is. After that I end up sinking into my bed and sleeping it off. I also like to run it keeps my mind off all the stupid shit people do. I really hate people right now. Maybe not you, or maybe so, it is you. All I know is that I am tired of everything, and I a guessing it is some weird teenage hormone shit.

I just feel the need to leave, to get away. I would say to runaway, but that is too much. I just want to be forgotten, and to forget. I feel kinda trapped, I really can't describe it. I have some strange urge to break free or I will go insane. Like an animal in a small cage.

And however, through all this bull shit I still  find a myself in some Arcadia, and it has been my muse since. Well my main muse for art that is. I keep finding myself falling into daydreams of me far away, from everything. Just me. No one else, no worries, no pain, no anger, no hiding, nothing. I was in peace, or that is what I felt.

I think it is my body telling me I am under a lot of pressure. My dreams have been more pleasant then my walking life, and I am finding it harder to wake up. It is a way for my mind to get away, since I am trapped in this cage. All I really have is my dreams, until I break free that is.