Sometimes we tend to get lost willingly without even knowing it.
The escape ritual from what’s bothering you becomes a habit.
Away is your place now.
Leaving is without thought.
Hurt doesn’t anymore.
People become numbers.
Loved ones fade.
You’re on your own.
You have no one but you to help you.
Take a break from all.
Find your center.
Fresh means ridding yourself of all the things that are clinging in to you.
They either cling because you’re their refugee, or you’re theirs.
Get away and look back at it all.
It’s gonna be ok.