Run away But where?
To a safe place But where?
To escape my mind. I don’t know where to run to. To start over again. To stop the lies and be true. To be real. To be authentic.
I guess I have to wait till I die and hope I go to heaven. There’s nowhere else for me on this earth. My mind is f u c k e d big time. Yes.
I like the poem, but I don’t like that you have to suffer. so sorry, are you honest with your pdoc?
Yes I am thank you @jukebox
I escape in my guitar and mandolin practice.
I escape by reading.
It opens a new universe