Escape.

We all have funny dreams.Dreams are actually events that you have been thinking of subconsciously.I love dreams.It gives me the ability to be someone else for awhile,to be able to do something that can never be done in real life,it gives me that freedom of being someone i am not.

To seek for owns happiness is to sacrifice someones elses(the apostrophe on this keyboard is not working,so ya).Or maybe three or four others.
I have just finished the book by Jodi Picoult,My Sisters Keeper.It was a really good read.One i shall never forget.It taught me things that i could actually relate to.About sacrifices.About happiness.About realising that life doesnt revolve around you.And above all,making the right decisions for yourself.Not for anyone else,but yourself.

The thing about reading is that you can spend a few hours being somewhere else.Its like an escapism.You escape without doing it physically.You escape from many things.From the noises,from the silences,from the reality.

I want to be somewhere else,to be somewhere rather than here.To a place where I know no one.Or vice versa.To be able to hear different sounds and see strange things.
To be alone without being lonely.

I want to escape.
But then again,dont we all?