My Escape…My Joy.

How many prayers must a believer make before the good Lord hears him out.?

How much sadness must a person feel before they eventualy just give up on life?

Billions of people on this earth and still i feel like an island…

feeling out of place except in the house by the corner in chingola.

Feeling happy only when am with my family, my boyfriend whom i love , my bestie who has a dog named maya and a few other people.

Living is so hard at times and so i sleep to try and escape from the realities of life.

I sleep cause i dream and in my dreams i am free…and freedom means escape,

escape means hapiness.

I sleep cause i forget,

and that temporary amnesia feels like a piece of heaven.

I sleep and i sleep until the world is left behind.