Four walls with no doors. No cracks, no lights. Nothing but him and what was left of the air in that room. He realized there was no getting out, as his collar and the walls began to squeeze him.
Ich escapte aus dem Programm. Jetzt wusste ich endlich, wozu die ESC-Taste gut war. Und ich war so froh, dass es sie gab. Ich knutschte ein wenig auf ihr herum. Denn sie hatte mir das Leben gerettet. Endlich.
i could hear them. i could see them. but i couldn’t show them i was in there. all i could do was watch the clock and hope for a medical escape. a drug to unlock my brain from the silence it had forced itself into…
I have to escape. I hear them closing in, the staccato rhythm of their boots on the hard linoleum floor. I make myself small and pray the darkness will conceal me.
He held her, staring into her eyes. The wind, filled with salt from the sea, whipped her hair around their faces. She was mesmerized, his silver irises peering into her chestnut ones, allowing them no way to escape their hold.
A clear sea view.
A city.
Both are the same thing when you’re surrounding by tourist trash and cheap stores selling nothing but cheap objects for extortionate prices. Get away from people, or get away from people who think they fund your town because they bought some chips and a shirt and get their red sunburnt faces in your normal one to ask where the next beach shack selling a burger is. I would happily take city smog to escape the tourist season.
The lonely little girl couldn’t help but stare out the bars on her second floor window. Despite the safe neighborhood, her parents insisted people were constantly out to get her and trouble was around every corner. Her eyes dimmed behind sagging lids. If only she could escape this type of existence.
that serial about prison break came to my mind, but then i realised it’s way toooooo banal to write of nevertheless writing about escaping from routine is way toooooo overused.
I was locked in a large steel cage. My only thought was how to escape. Squeeze through the bars? No, not thin enough. I was trapped, no way out. I knew I would die here and there was nothing I could do.
I need an escape. There has to be a way out of this place. No windows. The door is always padlocked when he leaves. But I need to find a way out. I can’t take this any longer. I will save myself from this monster. I will escape.
Someday I’d like to escape from this place – to some beautiful white Greek villa with blue roofs and a view of an even bluer ocean. Not that I’ve ever been there, but I’ve seen the pictures. I would love to lie on a beach there…
my dream, my goal – to escape the life I have and that doesn’t fullfil me. Sometimes I dream of having the courage Elizabeth had and let everything behind me. Will I dare?
Escape into a land of pure happiness. Everyone wants an escape from their real hard, tough lives, so create your own. It could be in your dreams, or a safe haven somewhere in your living hell. Create an escape, though, so you can remember what it’s like to be happy and maybe it will reflect in real life. Maybe then you can finally be the happy person that you always aspired to be. No more fake smiles… fake laughter. Nothing will have to be fake again if you can find your own escape into happiness. Just… escape, okay?
The dark and musty forest lingered with their long forgotten words. Trapped – they had been trapped for what seemed like ages, but in reality it had only been a matter of hours. Wandering into a forbidden forest seemed like a good idea at first, but it only caused pain and suffering and immense disagreement.
I need to escape. Escape to somewhere quiet and peaceful. Escape everyday life. Escape persecution and hate. Just escape. Escape into my own mind. Escape to that wonderful, tranquil place.
It’s funny, it’s spelled just like “escape”. It’s something that you use to get away from something, whether it be a situation or a moment or a place. It can be physical or mental. It can be emotional. It can be anything. Whatever you make it.
Somewhere. Free. No limits, boundaries, walls, or humans. Humans hurt, destroy, cause pain, trouble, chaos, and confusion. We all feed off of each other’s pain & try to deal with our own. But sometimes we need, to. Escape.
Escape. I want to escape. Escape from this cruel world that doesn’t accept me for who I am. Escape is all I can think about right now. It’s taking up my dreams and my reality.
I wish I could escape. Escape to a new world… But that’s what everyone wants to do, right? Everyone wants to escape. But do they want to because it’s a cliche built up all the time. Who knows what escape really means?
the time it took for me to process the bars around me was about as long as it took to take them down. Breaking free, escaping was just another part of my capture.
If I could escape thoughts of you’d I’d gladly take it
It may have all started, or taken an unexpected turn
When I needed an escape
From my day to day
So I went to experience yours
It’s been months since my return
And there’s no word
Truth, responsibility, you choose to evade it
Escaping the forest might be difficult, but she was sure that she could manage it. That was before dark fully fell, however, and things seemed much different when the owl swooped in front of her, and myriad pairs of green eyes peered at her. As she stumbled through the ferns and blackberry vines wrapped around her calves, she found the same boulder, over and over.
The most cliche escape in all of history is climbing out of an open window and running off into the night. No one ever expects that they are going to be forced to do that. Yet, here I am… staring out an open window wondering if the fall is going to break something.
Does oneword read my mind? I was waiting for the page to load thinking “Jeez, it’s been a long damn week.” Escape – to the beach, to the mountains, to somewhere where I can just listen and be quiet.
Tess and the gang ran across the miles of tress and came aross the final gap. The Assassin squad was right on their trail and the only way to avert them was to continue running. Suddenly, Luke noticed the sounds of footsteps behind them could nt be heard anymore.
“I think they stopped.” He whispered, motioning for everyone to stop running and crouched behind a group of bushes. Their hunters had finally given up the hunt… but for what purpose?
I will escape the monotony of office work. That’s my worst fear. Working behind a desk for 8 hours a day. Staring at a computer. Not really seeing. Just…being. Being a droid for a company. Office work scares me.
I cant escape from the fate I have given myself. even though we are apart my love, fate keeps me here. I must escape from my cage, from the pain. I must escape with you.
I tried to escape your face. But everywhere I turn, there it is. I really wish your face would go away. It haunts my consciousness and unconscious. An ex is supposed to be an EXample of what not to do. Well, I keep seeing your face, so I’m always warned.
miami
far away
greece
germany
planes
flight
high
clouds
go
leave
gone
neverending
infinite
space
stars
universe
endless
out
breath
exhale
Four walls with no doors. No cracks, no lights. Nothing but him and what was left of the air in that room. He realized there was no getting out, as his collar and the walls began to squeeze him.
Ich escapte aus dem Programm. Jetzt wusste ich endlich, wozu die ESC-Taste gut war. Und ich war so froh, dass es sie gab. Ich knutschte ein wenig auf ihr herum. Denn sie hatte mir das Leben gerettet. Endlich.
there it was. the ticking clock.
i could hear them. i could see them. but i couldn’t show them i was in there. all i could do was watch the clock and hope for a medical escape. a drug to unlock my brain from the silence it had forced itself into…
tick. tick. tick.
I have to escape. I hear them closing in, the staccato rhythm of their boots on the hard linoleum floor. I make myself small and pray the darkness will conceal me.
He held her, staring into her eyes. The wind, filled with salt from the sea, whipped her hair around their faces. She was mesmerized, his silver irises peering into her chestnut ones, allowing them no way to escape their hold.
I do not want to escape. I love this place, I don’t want to go anywhere else.
A clear sea view.
A city.
Both are the same thing when you’re surrounding by tourist trash and cheap stores selling nothing but cheap objects for extortionate prices. Get away from people, or get away from people who think they fund your town because they bought some chips and a shirt and get their red sunburnt faces in your normal one to ask where the next beach shack selling a burger is. I would happily take city smog to escape the tourist season.
i need to escape from this disaster, this catastrophe, this destruction, this…..life
out.
like
from out of the closet
nemo
neom
dory
just keep swimming
and ESCAPE
es
ca
pe
that’s funny
it’s spelled just like ESCAPE
The lonely little girl couldn’t help but stare out the bars on her second floor window. Despite the safe neighborhood, her parents insisted people were constantly out to get her and trouble was around every corner. Her eyes dimmed behind sagging lids. If only she could escape this type of existence.
that serial about prison break came to my mind, but then i realised it’s way toooooo banal to write of nevertheless writing about escaping from routine is way toooooo overused.
I was locked in a large steel cage. My only thought was how to escape. Squeeze through the bars? No, not thin enough. I was trapped, no way out. I knew I would die here and there was nothing I could do.
I need an escape. There has to be a way out of this place. No windows. The door is always padlocked when he leaves. But I need to find a way out. I can’t take this any longer. I will save myself from this monster. I will escape.
Someday I’d like to escape from this place – to some beautiful white Greek villa with blue roofs and a view of an even bluer ocean. Not that I’ve ever been there, but I’ve seen the pictures. I would love to lie on a beach there…
The great escape! I jumped through the window at midnight. The air was humid and hot but a lot better than what I had been breathing.
my dream, my goal – to escape the life I have and that doesn’t fullfil me. Sometimes I dream of having the courage Elizabeth had and let everything behind me. Will I dare?
Ridiculous. I couldn’t escape reality. I couldn’t even escape my own mind.
Escape into a land of pure happiness. Everyone wants an escape from their real hard, tough lives, so create your own. It could be in your dreams, or a safe haven somewhere in your living hell. Create an escape, though, so you can remember what it’s like to be happy and maybe it will reflect in real life. Maybe then you can finally be the happy person that you always aspired to be. No more fake smiles… fake laughter. Nothing will have to be fake again if you can find your own escape into happiness. Just… escape, okay?
The dark and musty forest lingered with their long forgotten words. Trapped – they had been trapped for what seemed like ages, but in reality it had only been a matter of hours. Wandering into a forbidden forest seemed like a good idea at first, but it only caused pain and suffering and immense disagreement.
I need to escape. Escape to somewhere quiet and peaceful. Escape everyday life. Escape persecution and hate. Just escape. Escape into my own mind. Escape to that wonderful, tranquil place.
It’s funny, it’s spelled just like “escape”. It’s something that you use to get away from something, whether it be a situation or a moment or a place. It can be physical or mental. It can be emotional. It can be anything. Whatever you make it.
Somewhere. Free. No limits, boundaries, walls, or humans. Humans hurt, destroy, cause pain, trouble, chaos, and confusion. We all feed off of each other’s pain & try to deal with our own. But sometimes we need, to. Escape.
ES CA PE. that’s funny it’s spelled just like ESCAPE.
let’s go dorry!
shark swims in.
ESCAPE
ESCAPIST
WHO CAN TELL ME WHAT AN ESCAPIST IS
MARCIA?
DO YOU KNOW
YES
MAYBE AN ESCAPIST IS SOMEONE WHO ESCAPES. LIKE A VENTRILOLIST IS SOMEONE WHO USES THE ART OF VENTRICOLISM.
Escape. I want to escape. Escape from this cruel world that doesn’t accept me for who I am. Escape is all I can think about right now. It’s taking up my dreams and my reality.
I wish I could escape. Escape to a new world… But that’s what everyone wants to do, right? Everyone wants to escape. But do they want to because it’s a cliche built up all the time. Who knows what escape really means?
the time it took for me to process the bars around me was about as long as it took to take them down. Breaking free, escaping was just another part of my capture.
All through the dog days of summer she yearned, and she longed, and she waited for that cool breath of air on her flush-fevered skin: escape.
If I could escape thoughts of you’d I’d gladly take it
It may have all started, or taken an unexpected turn
When I needed an escape
From my day to day
So I went to experience yours
It’s been months since my return
And there’s no word
Truth, responsibility, you choose to evade it
Escaping the forest might be difficult, but she was sure that she could manage it. That was before dark fully fell, however, and things seemed much different when the owl swooped in front of her, and myriad pairs of green eyes peered at her. As she stumbled through the ferns and blackberry vines wrapped around her calves, she found the same boulder, over and over.
Ahhhhh. Away. Away to go. Before and after. Ahead and behind. It is the air coming in and going out. It is life itself and no escape from it.
The most cliche escape in all of history is climbing out of an open window and running off into the night. No one ever expects that they are going to be forced to do that. Yet, here I am… staring out an open window wondering if the fall is going to break something.
Does oneword read my mind? I was waiting for the page to load thinking “Jeez, it’s been a long damn week.” Escape – to the beach, to the mountains, to somewhere where I can just listen and be quiet.
A tropical beach with blue water and palm trees, pina coladas, and bikinis, fine sand and warm sun. No one around.
I stood looking down at the river. The current swept beneath me like a raging flood. I wanted to escape. But there was no where to go but down.
The internet is a prison. A prison with no walls, and no toilet, and you have an escape key… yet there is no escape. yeah
Tess and the gang ran across the miles of tress and came aross the final gap. The Assassin squad was right on their trail and the only way to avert them was to continue running. Suddenly, Luke noticed the sounds of footsteps behind them could nt be heard anymore.
“I think they stopped.” He whispered, motioning for everyone to stop running and crouched behind a group of bushes. Their hunters had finally given up the hunt… but for what purpose?
I will escape the monotony of office work. That’s my worst fear. Working behind a desk for 8 hours a day. Staring at a computer. Not really seeing. Just…being. Being a droid for a company. Office work scares me.
I cant escape from the fate I have given myself. even though we are apart my love, fate keeps me here. I must escape from my cage, from the pain. I must escape with you.
I tried to escape your face. But everywhere I turn, there it is. I really wish your face would go away. It haunts my consciousness and unconscious. An ex is supposed to be an EXample of what not to do. Well, I keep seeing your face, so I’m always warned.