My Escape.

I sit down in the chair closest to the old tube and turn on the console. My X1's are finally getting action after their routine 8 hour break due to school. I put them on and close the door. NarDICaLNuGGeTz has signed into Xbox Live. My brother invites me into a party of four and even though we're in the same room, different T.Vs...I feel a distance between us, as though we didn't walk home together from the bus stop just ten minutes ago. Or even discuss what we were going to play together right before we both put our X1s on. Anthony's there, Jordan,...where is Casey?...Oh wait.. there he is. We chat, we laugh, we advise...for 9 hours, with casual bathroom breaks and dinner with built-in texting times for us all. I don't hear the outside world when that headset covers my ears. I hear my friends as if they were right next to me. I don't hear my mom telling me that my future will be for nothing because of my choice in culinary school. I don't feel the ridicule of last schoolyear when I walk into my English 10 classroom. I don't feel affection for that one person who doesn't love me back. I don't feel the mosquitos sipping on my blood as I do with my bottle of water. I don't feel the hassles of reality. I don't feel anything. I only feel...freedom. Everyone has their escape, hopefully people will learn to respect mine.

Untitled.

Why can't you just show people the real you?
They only get the neutral pH,
When they deserve the extremities of your most basic and your most acidity.
Drop the fascade,
And grab my hand,
Where I can take you to a Land,
You've never been.
Where there is acceptance,
With a hint a tolerance.
Mixed in with independence,
But never resilience.
Where your thoughts ink out,
Onto paper without doubt,
And shared with the World.
You've got something special,
And it's hard for you to share,
With the criticizers,
Without a care.
Just know that whenever you're ready to take that leap of faith,
Walk outside and let the world know...
You're here.