you can offer me escape

Since feeling lost, writing has been become my escape. My only escape from reality which makes me sure that my words are safe, even if my feelings are not. Every day things are changing and its constant. Its a scary feeling to let go of everything and move forward. This year things have just been happening and people keep leaving me. Maybe its my fault and its time for me to let go of all and not to give a fuck about anything. I really do think maybe this was the last time things could be the way they were. This world im in right now is a world which no one should ever experience. I hope your life is like cotton candy: Crisp sugar, light and fluffy. Nothing will ever make sense.