no man's an island.
but sometimes i do wish to be one. i wanna be stuck on some little nondescript isle with a good book, soft breeze, water lapping, and just be alone. that's what i crave most: alone time.
away from worries, cares, distractions, emotion, pressure. i shrink away from adversity, from the crowd pulling me in and draining me of my individuality. i try to beat off the monsters of insecurity, doubt, cynicism- but they're lurking around. somewhere. everywhere?
escapism.
but i will run to You.
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