Escape.


Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

Chetna Sharma

Me? I was expert in escaping.
An escape artist, as some of you call it.
I would trace the veins for hours, lost in the red under blue. I would descent and drown, curl back and cave in my own blood and bones.
Nothing could hold me back. Vivacious, morose, I always looked for escape.
Escape into everything.
Into words, paint, the shades of black (my personal favourite).
Into the sky, always into the sky.
Drifted. through the chipped walls, slipped through the cracks, into the sky.
Behind the frames.
Into other’s minds. Their lies. Through their eyes.
Escape into everything.
Sometimes nothing.

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