There are times in our life that we want to leave reality and escape.
The escape is real but it is not reality.
What is really reality? If you have asked this,
I presumed you have escaped and cannot find your way back...
Back? Where do we really go back?
Is there such thing as back?
Or is it to move forward?
It hurts to move but it also hurts to stay…
I know that moving is better…
Maybe, in time… but now, I have to stay.