Books are a journey to the unknown some say; but what are they really but a mear escape from reality. Movies are the same only shorter. I admire the few that have the ability to read any book yet read none for they need not that foolishness that is a quick moments escape. They live in the here and now not in the there and then they live simply and do not fear death or the future. I am not one of these but I know realize that I have been living a foolish lie intent on believing that everything will just fall into place perfectly and my life will be corrected into a perfect life. I realized that I could never live a perfect life for that would bore me I am not content to be another person expressionless and known to all for they are the same or they are the stalkers lurking inching closer to their pray. I am nether the stalker or the pray I live out site of this existence and do not wish to return for I am me and you will never take that from me.