It gets a little much sometimes. The city. The people. The cars. The bustling streets crowded with washed up dreamers, floating through their lives as though it were a fragment of reality.
I like to get away. Away from the noise that surrounds me. Away from the people and their prying eyes, condensing me with the bat of an eyelash.
I go to the library. It is my safe place after all. A quiet reserve of calm amongst the storm of society. Once you get past the facade of dust and withered book spines, it is really quite beautiful. To read what others read before you. To see a small scribble; a torn out page.
It is my only escape. The library. I hide when I am afraid. But also when I am happy, because I can think of no better place to enjoy my unbecoming joy than amongst those who were just the same as I.
And when I leave. The city. Its hollow streets and empty promises behind. I hope to once again find myself in the library. Amongst the oak shelves. Not crying like I usually do. But flying. For when I am gone I shall live there forever. With the lost souls in the library. Because we the same. Lost.
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Short Storyi'm not much of a writer but sometimes i write stuff on those youtube playlist things. someone asked me if i had wattpad so i will just put all the ones i write in this book. i doubt anyone will read this but if you do thank you :)
