Sometimes I wish I could disappear into the world of dusty novels and scrawled notebooks, where no one can hurt me and I can hurt no one. Things would be so much simpler. If I could vanish like an elephant and let night consume me. I could tie a ribbon around my world and take it with me too. If it could be that simple, I would escape in an instant. Leave everything that was taking over my mind and grinding against my heart. How's that for angst?
Since I can't do that, I'll have to make due with listening to "Tune Out" by the Format and reading Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami, simultaneously watching Little Miss Sunshine. It'll have to do.
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