Travels

Sometimes I wonder how many people "travel".
You know... like you'd just sit there. And on the outside, your body, your head, even your eyes look normal. And nobody would even guess what's going on within. What journeys to what worlds you take. How high and how misarable they could be. How scary and frightening. But it's not like you can run - you can't run out of yourself.
You - are the biggest world there is. You - is the begining and the end of the world. And there is no exit or escape.
I mean there is one.. but that's not really the exit. Maybe it's just a door to where the fuck knows.

Is that why some people become alcoholics and drug addicts? ..or... artists??
fuck. poor them.