Escapism Poem by Remember Always

It’s a Tuesday evening filled with
copious amounts of nothing.
Silence; whispering into an empty room,
only occupied with furniture of hollow thoughts and
monotony.

'Let’s get out of here, ' his voice
scarring quiet’s fiery surface,
I look up feeling how human his presence was
against my sorrow
collarbones, then
lifting me from imprisonment, and
out the windows of my own mind.

Only he was my safe haven.

We soared though mountains of
inspiration and confidence,
choking on the winds of freedom and
words and
unanswered questions,
overwhelmed by his ability to understand
such a naive soul,
we talked for hours.

We shared each other,
and I
shared him with the world.
He is my
soul mate,
he is
Art.