Can't Escape You

Couldn't really word this well. This is fiction and doesn't apply to me. But does it apply to you? Mature warning: there is a single naughty word. Written: May 24, 2008.

My favorite place to look is to the sky.
Not just any sky. That which hovers directly over me.
If I'm looking at it, it overwhelms me and then I don't have to think about
you anymore.
But, oh, then there's a cloud.
Is that your face I see in it?

Sigh.

F**k freedom. I can't escape you anywhere.