escape.

sometimes people take stuff for granted. 

that is what i did with everything in my life, my family, friends, room, laptop, cellphone, clothes, scent.. than i realized that non of them really belong to me, at one time they will all go away, even my body will leave me. the thing is i really didnt see this comin before i was in the bathroom pooping earlier today, it is funny how some grand thoughts and big revolutions start in the oddest places. after i flushed the toilet i was a different person knowing that "this", my whole life, is an illusion. i am writing a new chapter to a fiction novel every single second. this all is my imagination, the letters in the keyboard, the screen i look at, the popping icon in my dock, i am making up all of them. they all are in my head trying to escape but cannot decide whether to use the door or the window.