I woke up this morning thinking about how I hadn't written in a while and then I asked myself why. All of a sudden I realized I have been limiting myself. I realized I don't want to always write about the same things. I don't even want to write about myself all the time. I don't want to write as if reality is all there is. Where's the fun in that?
I want to write about dandelion fields and make up stories about the girl I saw walking down the street. I want to imagine an entire life of someone I don't know. I want to be as random as my dreams, mixing pieces of reality together with completely insane and unexplainable events. I want this to be a place where I can lose myself and forget about my day. I want this to be a place that makes me remember that there's so much more to this existence.
I don't want this to come easy. I want to increase, expand, extend. Most of all, I want to escape. I need to escape.