Romantics are people who are never in the present moment. It is in my best interest to associate with people who bring me back to earth. I’ve been escapist since I was 4 yrs old when I sat in my grandmothers living room with the tall heat emitting adults. Amidst the din and trays of food being passed around, I looked out past  the large glass window that ran from floor to ceiling. I saw leafless trees. I thought how is it that the outside appears to be right there but I am not there? I see now my mind was there but my body was physically in that sunken living room. I wanted escape.

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