Just random thoughts about my fantasy (one that I've kept with me my entire life) of dropping everything and going out into the world with nothing. We've never known life before I'll hold you as this illusion melts before our eyes The one we cried over It was all in our heads Strangers in strange cities, being hungry, soup kitchen's, stranger's car (with or without candy), parks, street corners, libraries, death, life, romance, silence, showers in the rain, no clean clothes. No idea, no direction, no focus, no plan, no goals, no wishes, no past, no future. Am I running away from or embracing life? Have I ever even really been alive? Is this just a fantasy or the way my life could really be? Is this just a childish dream or something close to free? Will I ever really leave the hell that I've created?