Shangri la

I always want to leave. Always. So, I escape. I go far enough away. The town is pretty desolate, but there's a lot to do. So, I do these things. The people are nice, but you don't see them unless you go to a bar. They're always at the bar. Always. They insipidly tell you about their day. You listen because you have nothing better to do.

I always want to come back. Always. So, I come back. I miss it and I feel the pull. I need the fast pace and I need the drive of others. There's a sigh of relief when I see the skyline. The people are wrapped up in their own little worlds. You go out and they don't look at you twice; this is how it always is. Always. I stay close to what's familiar and leave with whatever intrigues me.