Too late tonight, I'm gone, and you're miles ahead and I'm lost...

I'm back again for another round. I'm not going to discuss my day, however; I'm going to talk about my habit of escaping. I was just discussing this with a friend who asked me what I did last night. I explained that I 'escaped' again, and went and sat on this wall near the highway. He asked me what I 'escaped' from, and then I had to explain....
Since I got over my fear of the dark, I've had this habit of leaving during the night. I'm not a very good sleeper, and there have been many nights when I just feel restless sitting at home. I have to leave out the basement window, because the sound of the backdoor closing is enough to raise parental suspicion. Usually I take my bike, sometimes I walk, and I'll just wander the streets until I find somewhere appealing to sit. It's a strange habit. I don't go to think, I don't go to work my problems out. I just go and sit. I think I like the idea that no one knows where I am. Also, my house is in the perfect neighborhood for it. There are no cars on the roads, and there's no chance that I'm going to get mugged or raped. I think these little trips are the closest I get to escaping reality. I do, on occasion, entertain thoughts of leaving altogether. You know; packing a bag of essentials, and hitchiking to wherever it takes me. Not a very practical idea, but it's nice to dream sometimes....



"My chalk outline will stalk these grounds."
-cerpin taxt