July 22, 2003
Sometimes I need to disappear and cease to exist. The world becomes my own and I am refreshingly alone. I hide in my room or my car or my mind. I close my eyes and think of something happy because the world out there isn't always ready for a smile. Sometimes I think of watchimg movies in my living room, or going to the beach. Sometimes I think of playing music with friends. Sometimes I think of disappearing, ceasing to exist, taking the world for my own and being alone... hiding. And then I think that it might last forever.