Escape

Leaving Everything, Driving, With You

I’ve woken up.

This isn’t working anymore.

I need to go,

But I need to know.

Will you come?

It won’t take me long to pack my things.

Most of them I don’t need anymore.

Most of them I don’t want anymore.

Most of them,

If I’m being honest with myself…

I never wanted.

I was going to go.

Now I’m leaving.

It’s real now.

I’ve been thinking about this for years,

But I never dared to imagine that it would actually happen.

Never dared to imagine…

I could make it happen.

The urge to leave has always been in my mind,

Lying dormant,

Quietly waiting.

As if it knew…

It’s time would come eventually.

And it did.

Everything’s now out in the light.

And I know it’s time.

To go,

To leave,

Maybe forever.

Will you come?

Will you make it you and I?

Make it…

Us?

We may never come back,

But that can only mean we found something greater.

Something that we’ve been searching for all our life,

We just hadn’t realized till now.

Maybe it’s not something we’ve been searching for all our life.

Maybe it’s just that…

We’ve been searching for life.

In a world where everything is controlled by numbers,

Maybe we can find something unquantifiable.

At least we can try.

Will you come?

It might be hard,

No,

It will be hard.

But we’ll be together, searching for life.

And maybe that’s a good kind of hard.

Maybe that’s the right kind of hard.

Will you come?

You don’t have to.

This may be something I need to do alone.

But then we’d both be alone.

And maybe… Maybe it’s better to be suffering together.

Cause being alone is its own kind of suffering.

Its own type of hard.

Its own type of hurt.

And this time?

Well, this time I don’t believe it’s the right kind of hard.

I walk out my door.

Turn the key in the lock.

Put the key in my pocket.

I look one last time over these quiet, empty streets,

With monstrous buildings looming over them.

I know that,

After I’ve left,

The city will awaken.

These quiet streets will soon be filled with people.

Will soon be filled with life.

Whatever that means.

The city’s beautiful,

But… a different kind of beautiful.

An awe-inspiring,

Frightening,

Sort of beautiful.

Nature is beautiful,

And frightening.

But not the same way a city is frightening.

Nature is frightening…

Because it shows us how small we really are.

A city’s frightening because it can make us smaller than when we began.

The smallness you feel when you’re in nature is freeing, in a way.

We can stop trying so hard.

Cause no matter how hard we try,

I now know that something will always be more powerful than us.

In a city, we notice this less.

In a city, we know this less.

In a city, I’m right on the edge.

I could be the most powerful.

But I can’t.

I shouldn’t.

Cause that place,

Belongs to nature.

That place,

Belongs to our creator.

So I’m leaving.

I’ll drive until I find a city that lives with nature,

And isn’t naively fighting a losing battle trying to subdue nature.

Cause no matter how hard we try,

Nature is more complex.

Nature will be more complex.

Nature was created by One greater than us.

We can only mimic it.

Which is why we’re here, I believe.

We’re here to create.

To mimic Our Creator and create something.

We are here to create something meaningful.

Anything meaningful.

Physically, emotionally,

Or anywhere in between.

But it’s getting harder.

So I’m leaving.

Will you come?

We’ll drive,

Creating our life,

By simply being alive.

We’ll driving away from something,

But we’re driving towards everything.

The clouds are beautiful here,

Reaching higher than any building ever will,

And yet still light as water can possibly be.

Teeming with lightning,

You can hear the thunder from here.

Suddenly,

We’ve hit a sheet of rain.

Or..

A sheet of rain has hit us.

It’s not cold,

It’s just…

Real.

A bracing,

Unblemished,

Unpolluted,

Reality.

I haven’t seen one of those in…

Forever.

Our headlights are barely enough.

But the lightning is more than enough.

Anyway, we have nothing to fear.

We’re past the limits of human existence.

We’re going from a place where we could imagine things we couldn’tsee,

To a place where we can see things we can’t imagine.

Maybe I’m just imagining it.

But there’s something between us…

I’ve never seen before.

Something between you and I,

That’s greater than us.

That’s making you and I,

Greater than us.

Maybe this was the right decision.

Maybe this was the wrong decision.

Maybe this was the only decision that wasn’t wrong.

But the lightning and thunder are appearing together now.

A beautiful synchronization.

Until you realize what it means.

We are in the storm.

We are a part of the storm.

And now we know.

We are the storm.

We are creating the storm.

Or, rather…

We are molding the life that had already been given to us.

This,

This, is being alive.

And being together.

A storm.

We were never driving from the storm

We were always driving towards the storm.

But now,

Now,

We’re driving with the storm.

We’re driving in the storm.

We’re driving the storm.

And the storm’s driving us.

We don’t know where,

But maybe the storm doesn’t either.

Which means that wherever we end up,

It can only be because of Our Creator.

Which means wherever we end up,

It can only be good.

It can only be the right place to be.

Where we should be.

Where no one else will be.

Where no one else can be.

Cause this is living.

This is us living.

This is life.

This is our life.

And no one will take that away.

No one can take that away.

We’re going…

Home.

Together.