Some recent days have felt like an:
*An act of breaking free from confinement or control.
*Break free from confinement or control.
*Fail to be noticed or remembered by (someone).
There is a quiet, internal, emotional escape that is not as loud as say 'escaping from actual prison', but it echos loudly and leaves stains for a long time. The quiet escape that we all do in our minds and hearts, when we don't want to face some confining fact or truth. Sometimes escaping something is the first recognition that it exists.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman