Reading

Reading The words claim me. My mind gradually suspends in the space of myriad events that are circuitous or plainly clear I follow every spherical twist of plots weaving meaningfully through the course of circumstances. I balance the characters' horizontal expectations that run skewed down the slope of misunderstanding. I climb up to their insurmountable vertical ideas of conflict, groping along the rope of confusion. I am now delivered to the thrill of confrontations, protagonist uncovers the truth-dilemma to the antagonist Finally, I am pulled down upon the grounds of forgiveness and reconciliation. The story wraps me up into a euphoria of inspiration or into a trail of expectation to ask what happens next? The words grip me.