Escape From Reality
Age Rating: 4 +
When a thought develops, it is hard to put it on to paper.
To be able to shut out all external noise, to be carried away in
thought; that would be a nice skill to have. When I have a
worry, or a disturbing thought, I can not run away. It is a
monster, a beast bearing its teeth, a bad dream, an enemy that
follows me where ever I go. I can not get rid of it. It hunts me
down chases me around, until I fall back with exhaustion. Then,
slowly at first, it begins to approach me. It moves silently
across the ground, like a lion stalking prey. I lay there
silently, paralyzed with anxiety. I wish real hard that this
terrible nightmare will go away, but I know that it will finish
me off sooner than I could ever imagine...