Escapism

Day-dreaming during office hours isn't advisable, but I do it anyway. The mind does what the mind wants.

It's strange really, this yearning for a place I've never been to before. Yet it's so familiar, like from a distant dream. I can visualize it vividly. The soft sand, gentle waves, calm breeze. It's chilly enough to justify a hoodie, but warm enough to walk along the sand barefoot.

Home, this feels like home.
The vision quickly disappears, and it's back to this dreary office desk.
Empty. What am I doing with my life?