once a while,
memories resurface from the depths
gasping for air, for life again
as though they've been kept away for too long
it unleashes a certain impulse
rash
to leave the monotony
drop the responsibilities
escape the insecurities
and be who and where ever you want to be
to realise that this reality isnt the only one
that the existence of others reassures another reality
another world you could be in
another world you want to be in
and that's exactly the memory i want to be in now.
escaping for awhile
