Escapism

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I have options.
I can call it a night of creativity
By counting the written pages
Or I can call it a sleepless night.
What am I trying to cover
With the aid of letters?
I am in my ruins.
But see I am growing .
I know how to redirect .
I love this way of escapism.

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