Unhinging

I need to write again. Write again. Be somewhere on the page. Somewhere on the planet aside from inside my head.

I have been fleeing from all aspects of my life this past week. To protect myself. To hide everything unnecessary from my survival as I would like to see it, so that I do not get distracted. These include old friends, family, a possible love interest. It is the only way I know how to survive through these times when I have no control over my next breath. To isolate myself, unhinge myself from the web of humans who I am not sure really ever cared anyways.