The escape

Ever wondered what your escape route is? Everyone has one; something that takes you away to a place where one wants to be, perpetually. For some its a book, for some a drive down a particular road, for some its a piece of music or poetry. It could be absolutely anything.
All that matters is that in the end you find solace; for some time at least. If partying gives you solace then that is your escape route.
I often wonder what my escape route is? I was in an introspective mood today, I was in a mood to write. I could write anything; poetry, an essay, this post. Even working with one hand does not down my enthusiasm to type. Even knowing that only six people might eventually read this does not deter me from writing.
So, I take that escape route. My mind races, my thoughts pump, my lone hand struggles to keep up with the flow, some thoughts are lost, some are penned down. I have found my escape route. Actually, I have discovered it today; it was always there to take me to that place where I wanted to be.
I have found that moment of solace. My brain feels rid of all thoughts; at least for now; it feels lighter. It does not know the purpose or need of writing all this, or who will eventually read it.
I have eased the congestion in my brain. I can sleep in peace now. Have you decongested it?And how? I am off to enjoy a good night's sleep.:-)