I guess one of the most depressing things about escapism
Is that inescapable fact
That one will still need to return to reality;
Sometime, someday, somehow.
Are we ever able to escape, completely?
Yet, this knowledge about inescapability –
Doesn’t stop us from constantly trying.
That’s why we read.
That’s why we take pictures.
That’s why we try to lose ourselves in moments of pure, soulful music.
We are more resilient than we think, after all.
Another I-wish-time-could-stand-still afternoon.
Why does time always pass us by when we least notice it?