Escape. To happiness. In dark times.

I'm divided. Over getting out and about. And staying home. And merely imagining. That I am going places. Really. It's easy. Transporting my mind. Without having to move. Physically. Maybe that's the lazy man's way. But I don't think so. Better to cultivate one's imagination. So that pretend seems almost real. Maybe that's the way to stay out of anxiety. Out of depression. With a vivid imagination. That brings escape. To happiness. In the darkest hours. --Jim Broede