I wanted to actually rant on this. I probably will. But I thought, why not put it as an acrostic poem for now?
Whenever I am tired of life
handling me the undesirable reality, I
yearn for some medium of sweet escapism
Interchangeable world to escape present
Where I can create an alternative,
ride the train of my thoughts
into words on a lifeless blank paper or screen
thereby putting an end to the turmoil
emerging from within.
~ © 2016 Shruthi Jothsana ~