Escape

There's a place I go to escape. It's only a few minutes walk away from my parents' house and surrounded by busy suburbs but feels completely cut off from the world.

 

I climb the same tree, which is like an old friend, having shared the emotions of my teenage years and supported me through the trauma of growing up.

 

Most of the time I sit there listening to the birds and the beasties and allow myself the thought that the Big Life Things I want to run away from are actually not that big at all, in the grand scheme of things and that maybe, just maybe, things will end up ok. It's medicinal to be around things that aren't affected by you and the decisions you make.

 

I'd give a lot to be able to take myself there right now.