When I Read

With this,
I can escape.

Shielded by the madness
that real life rains down on me.

Safe and submerged in their world,
this made up reality.

Vivid pictures and different characters
where they alone have control.

Inspiration can be found to feed my imagination,

Where I become one with the literature
and lose myself in this safe place.

Then with the flip of the last page
and the close of the cover,

Finally, it all has to end,
and reality comes creeping back in.


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