From Book To Reality

When you finally get the chance to pull your nose from that ingenious book you've been wrapped into, Reaching back toward the surface which is your own life. You feel alone. You've been living in a shell and on the outside it’s just cold, emptiness. Is something missing from your life that makes you feel this way? You live inside the mind of others for hours at a time that when you get to hear yourself again, You hear nothing. The voices that are the characters of the stories you play in your head, aren’t real, Yet you get this increasingly large sense like they are you. They are your life. They are just tiny fragments of who you are, Or perhaps, who you want to be. Pieces of parts of you never show. Your true life is nothing like their’s, it’s more simple really. Or maybe it’s better. The absence of yourself in these moments of pure clarity make the world seem too big. Can’t you just live inside these dimensions you create in your mind? Can’t you take a step from what’s real and get the chance to feel whole? We all have places we go when we feel as if the universe is expanding around us. We all have these beautiful places we hide. We sometimes remain in small boxes for our whole lives because getting a chance to bud is terrifying. When you step into a book, the world grows just enough that it feels just right. You become someone else in these times. Someone better, Someone greater, Someone brighter. For once, you feel home. Then you finish the story that’s been reciting in your head and you feel lonely again. How can imaginary people make us feel so complete? Something must definitely be missing. Some of the most painful moments are from book to reality.