ESCAPE - Leaving the Beach Behind.


Escape -

Leaving the Beach Behind.

Here I go again—

sitting in front of my laptop, resting on a desk soaked with tears.
More tears blur my vision, my heart feels heavy and overwhelmed,
songs echo in my ears while thousands of thoughts race through my mind—
yet one thought remains constant: Escape.

Escape from this life.
From this feeling.

I don’t know what this feeling is called,
but I know it isn’t good.

Ever since 2026 began, there’s been this persistent urge
to leave everyone behind and run far away—
to a place where nobody knows me,
knows nothing about my past,
about who I used to be.

I want to escape this entire existence.
Disappear so completely that no one from my circle knows where I am.
I want to get lost—
in nature,
in myself,
with no attachments, no sorrow.

Just me, wandering through this world with a pure heart.

But is that even possible?

Even if I leave the place, the people, the things—
will I be able to leave this overthinking mind behind?
Will I truly be able to feel detached, to feel happy?

I don’t have answers.

All I know is that something within me refuses to calm down.
These waves of thoughts are terrifying.
This restlessness is terrifying.

Like the ocean at midnight,
my thoughts rise in violent waves,
chasing my peace, my calm—
determined to steal the sanity
I once carved into the sand of my heart.

With every crashing wave,
trash I thought I had thrown away long ago
is dragged back to shore.

Does that mean it was never gone?
Was it always hiding in the depths of my mind,
waiting?

Maybe it was the daylight—those brighter days—
that kept these insane waves contained,
making everything look like a beautiful, harmless beach.

But now the beach is frightening again.

Night has arrived.
The light is fading.
And the waves—
they no longer look gentle;
they look monstrous.

What is all of this?
How do I face these creatures crawling out of my darkness?

Do I wait for the sunlight to return—
even though I know it will fade again?
Or do I leave this beach altogether
and escape somewhere else—
somewhere without waves,
without shores?

Maybe the mountains.
Maybe a jungle.

But what if, even there,
the ground slips from beneath my feet?

Comments

  1. BhavyaJanuary 8, 2026 at 5:37 PM

    You can't escape , escaping or completely forgetting is a myth , you can just simply learn to live with it and find ways to love yourself daily . It's completely okay to let go of the things and stand on your ground ,when it's not making you happy or worthy anymore . Just stop trying, instead live the hell out of it, as a human ,feel lucky that you are able to experience such emotions that are eventually going to fade away .

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  2. Rohan PanditJanuary 24, 2026 at 8:58 AM

    You are really blessed with words, everyone feels this way but you present the such though situation and thoughts in the most beautiful manner

    And being a human having thoughts to escape is normal but the most important thing is that even if you escape from one situation, many such situations are going to come to your way so waiting for the sun and rise and shine stronger is the best option 😊

    Keep going with such amazing blogs✌️

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