'The Quick Fix'

I dive deep. Deep into my deep sea of imaginations. Stories to be or not to be told. Life-tales that will never happen or just dreams of a future I will never have. I escape inside the many halls of a fantastic life. I escape from the truth. From hurting. From pain. I escape from a reality that is too hard to bear.

I am not addicted on drugs or alcohol, even though these addiction seems easier to be cured from when one is addicted to one's own imagination. Despite each battle is hard, I imagine that escaping into an alternative reality is easier to hide, than drinking or taking drugs. Or, that I guess is what every addict thinks. Their fight is the hardest. Harder than any other addiction.

If you knew this thing you did will destroy you. Will parish. You know it will fall apart and never ever be the reality you live in eventually. How do you escape from something that will have a destroying impact on your life somewhere in the future, but in the now feels like the only right thing to do. The only solution. The only way out in the now.


A quick fix. A future headache. An approaching hangover.