Books are a way to lose yourself
You can pick it up
Stare at its cover
Maybe even have to brush dust of it
Next you open it
Words, letters, tumbling and littering,
Those blanched parchment pages
And endless sea of possibilities
Then the escape
The moment you fall down the rabbit hole
And immerse yourself in the plot
New life, unreal
Finally the character
The person you fashion yourself into
To experience the story
Only to be thrust back to reality
YOU ARE READING
What I do when I'm bored
RandomA collection of all the things I can find that I have written either at home or during my schools creative writing club. It's weird.
