I put my headphones in,

And I am no longer in my body.

Away from the pain and sadness.

I realize I'm high.

High on the notes,

The beat and the voice.

I'm high on the escape.

I open my book,

And I'm transported.

Wandering through the story like it's my own.

I recognize the fact I'm drunk.

Drunk on the pages,

On the words that capture my soul.

I'm drunk on the freedom.

Music and books are all I need,

When the darkness envelopes me.

I can ignore reality and disappear,

Into an illusion that ceases to exist.