I dream inside as I stare out. My vision blurs in brilliant blues and reds. Spiralling outside, the world is noisy and chaotic, and all thought seems lost. I bury my mind deep within hidden dreams and escape all reality. My dream, my escape, all hides within music. I focus on each rythm, each sound. Like floating on the surface of the water, the waves slowly lift and I float away. However, even here, the outside world can disrupt my peace. The water will soon become violent, and I give into my sin, my temptation. This is my last escape when simple dreams can no longer passify the need to escape. When reality and torment seem to fuse into one swirling turret of anxiety, I force myself even further into fantasy till my dreams are no longer like water, but tar. I cant escape them now because my reality seems to blend with fantasy turning once beautiful dreams into terrifying nightmares, leaving my with no safe haven to hide in. I ran to long and now I succumb to my own faults.