What drives people to the things they simply cannot have? Is it the gem located simply at the end of the cave or is it the thrill of curiosity thrusting through your veins to know what is inside? The lack of knowing, the idol chatter of your brain as it sucks all logic from itself and creates horrendous tails or tragic death and wonderful adventure. I say I am an spelunking junkie or an adventurous soul. I relish in the safety and comfort of my home and love. But as young as I am a part of my soul feels caged by the safety I have cocooned myself in and so I write this with the sole attempt of holding myself back from ruining my life all because of this soul sucking urge to travel the world won't allow me rest. I want them, this is fiction, this is what keeps my brain calm and nourished into thinking it have the very substance my heart knows it doesn't have. With every word is a thread weaved into the cell that holds my heart from destroying everything it has created for me to succeed in this world. I have a wonderful loving man in my life and this book is pure selfish ideation of my sick fantasy. So if you wish to escape yourself, your reality and the stable and safe world you live within. That's okay, read this book if I ever finish it. With love,.......
(ART FROM COVER AND ANY PHOTOS ARE NOT MY OWN AND HAVE BEEN TALEN FROM PINTEREST. I WILL BE MAKING NO MONEY AND THIS IS SOLEY MY WORDS AND MIND IN THIS WORK.)
Thank you.
