Fleeting Self Abandonment

Escapism
Cold, dark, abandoned, these are the places of solace, the places hidden deep beneath fake smile, false concern and disingenuous comments of sympathy, superficial empathy, these are spaces, distant, empty, fleeting cases, times when stealing away is drowning in comfort, writhing without pain, dying from curable diseases which make being whole attainable, actual, practical as eating thrice daily, factual as Heaven is opposite to Hades, yet difficult as choosing which is lady and which is whore when in juxtaposition, a safe prison far away from the dishonest, yet not earnest, brutal, crucial, truthful as children when speaking untainted words which have yet to be filtered by motive, Emhotep like foresight, not futuristic, but enough for an outage, not suicidal; close…