Sunday, March 18, 2012


I escape
into my books,
from my life,
from the stress,
from all the problems.

The bad things of my life
crowd around me,
threatening to swallow me alive.

I escape,
letting fake lives,
fake adventures,
sweep me away,
temporarily solving all my troubles,
temporarily pausing my life.

When the book ends,
the last page is turned,
the final word is read,
reality returns,
And my life resumes.

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