what is escape?
the summer is here and all go elsewhere. in search of summer. i am still searching myself and finding you. so many eyes speaking over the top of one another i cannot hear the words. is it always the loudest voice that gets what it wants? not in this morning's drowning dream. choice is a soft illusion. it does not need much because we want it so bad. give me the choice, but do not make me decide. i eat cake as i bake.