I am not here

I am somewhere else.

I am in seattle, staring up at the clouded sky, the sun beggeing to shine through. The clouds reluctantly allow, turning lucent from the fireball shining behind them.

I am not here

I am somewhere else.

I am running back from a park in the dark woods, giggles and all, late at night. Not returning to our camper with good news, scraped knees and broken bones.

I am not here

I am somewhere else.

high up in a plane soaring over the fluffy clouds. They look like cannonballs, and suddenly world war one comes into play as my social studies teacher lectures us on history. The tops of the clouds turn into a battle field.

I am not here

I am somewhere else

My mind wandering off to vacations, memories, and fantasies.