The urge, the want, the need to go away comes so strong it threatens to choke me, to stop my heart from beating, by squeezing so hard. It comes and goes the urge to go somewhere where nobody knows me, were nobody judges, were I could go away from my thoughts, its live, its weighing in on me. The urge to hide, but none of that is possible so I close my eyes and imagine, me another person, another life, another dream, where no one can reach me. where none of this can affect me. I imagine that’s all I have left.