Escape

Sometimes it's so hard for me to sit and write anything at all...My mind is numb from the continual flow of intoxicants that I injest in such a varied form. I feel the need to stretch the fingers of my brain and let a few words fall from the script. My life is a movie, or at least it really should be. I fear that I can't really talk about too much because I'm paranoid that someone is always checking up on me, reading my mail, listening to my phone calls, and especially reading my dark secret thoughts that I scratch out in my various journals. None keep to the same story for long, my thoughts may start here, but before they are truly spelled out and finished they will pass through several other medias and finally land back in my brain...And that's when I end up here again, trying to let those thoughts run free, escape, whatever just get them out of me!