Get on the fucking bus!

festival-1539083_1280I have no idea where I am going, what I doing and where the fuck this is all going to lead, but I can tell you that it has been a hell of a lot of fun. I stepped on to a coach in the middle of the night, no idea if it was the right one it just turned up at the right time and I hop on. I sat down exhausted and just got on the way to somewhere I didn’t know. The driver care where I was going or any of the other passengers for that matter, we could have been going to his house so he could see his family, it didn’t bother him and it certainly didn’t bother me. I just wanted to escape awhile; I wanted to run, just like everyone else on that bus who were running toward or from something.

I was running from the thing that kept me in the dark ages all these years; I was 23 now, for all of those 23 years, this thing had a hold on me, I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t break free. I didn’t know if I wanted to break free if I am honest, and that is exactly why it was important for me to get on this fucking bus before it was too late to find out.

The thing I was running away from, the menace that had plagued my life up until now was my brain. I now know that you can’t run away from your brain, it tends to follow you, but I thought my mind would change as we began to close into territories unknown. It did a bit, the grip that was on my life from my brain telling me I am useless and I couldn’t do anything did let up a bit after my return, but it quickly came back after I settled back into home life. I suppose I should never settle again then; I must always push my brain to its limit so that I can be free from its grasp.

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