Today we escape, we escape

There are days where it hits you like a thousand knives traveling at the speed of sound.
There are days where you breathe in, out, and pull the covers back over your head.
There are days where that doesn't work.
Then, there are days where you find yourself out in open, out of your head, for only a minute or two. On those days, you remember how beautiful you once saw the world; how beautiful it still is.
During those days, those minutes, all's like a dream.




Then, you wake up.