Prompt #16 is to write about the place I go when I want to get away from it all.
When I was a kid, I used to try to find someplace really dark to get away. My closet, for example. Or the bathroom. I'd turn off the lights and close the door, and suddenly there were no limits. I could no longer see any walls, any boundaries. As a kid, lots of people kept telling me I could do anything... someday. These people spent the rest of their time telling me what I couldn't do. Or so it seemed to me then.
Today, I don't know that I have a place to get away. Sometimes I walk. Not going anywhere in particular. Just walking. Left right left right. I guess like Forrest Gump running. Or like Elphaba in Wicked taking to the air. The world moves under my feet and I can go anywhere.
Sometimes, I use my imagination. I imagine getting in my car and driving as far as I can without getting the engine wet. Florida, maybe. California. Argentina. Just away.
Maybe it's the same as when I was a kid. I'm still trying to find someplace without limits.
Oddly enough, I'm really not sure if that's a good thing.
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