Who Needs A Home When You Dwell In Your Mind?

My best days are when the line between reality and fantasy is blurred. Half of my waking hours are best spent with my nose buried in a book and my music blaring from my headphones. When I finally emerge from the pages to wander the city, my music carries me back to a place between here and there, then and now. I walk without noting the distance; the heat of the day doesn't hit me until I stop moving and feel the flush in my cheeks. I am only faintly aware of my surroundings and passing companions. It is early morning when I finally lie down to sleep, my mind still humming with activity.
How can one sleep when there are so many thoughts running like a pack of wolves through the mind? They chase each other like clumsy pups, falling over their own feet and nipping at each other's tails. There is competition and no organization.
Yet, I would rather try to run among them than walk upon this earth...
dress- Zara, bag- secondhand, feathers- Etsy, shoes- Kenneth Cole Reaction