a lost soul found in its pages

To wonder the empty halls, filled with curious paintings; free to graze your finger tips along the raised paint of an ocean so vast and inviting; clinging to the shores of reality, the tide pulls the eyes of the curious down into its sweet abyss, losing all sense of awareness, lost in an unknown world, a world undiscovered yet welcoming. Lessons and experiences to be earned within. A story begging to be heard. Screaming the tale of the wicked until it is heard loud and strong.

When reality comes calling, the hallway still empty. The carpet beneath whispers, tempting the bare feet to move along. one. two. unsatisfied. The ground vibrating with the potential energy in the soles. One step. Two step. One. Two. Fast. Faster. The walls become a blur, focusing on the goal ahead.

An open door, birds calling, chirping, sensing the anticipation building, the drum, the heartbeat coming to a head as fear and excitement build the symphony of the unspoken. Bursting through, the mind's music calms; the area is open and calm; the sky an orange warm enough to radiate a heat that penetrates the skin, reaching layers of those lucky enough to gaze upon its beauty, layers that have been untouched by the ways of the reality. Trees in the horizon beckoning, revealing hidden age old secrets.

All the possibilities; all the sights to see, people to meet, arguments to have, love to fall into, all the chance to be brave. Here you will find me. In the fictional worlds, between the pages, that do not exist here on this Earth, in this timeline. But in another time, in another place, it was real. As real as the movies we grew up on; as real as the music we blast; as real as the laughs we share; as real as the memories that hypnotize us to sleep.

I have lived thousands of lives through my own choosing. Lost in the mind of someone else. I have known love and grief; pain and joy; love and lust; I have been home and abandoned; wise and naive; rich and poor, brave and cowardice. Here, I find comfort. There I want to be. Secluded, lost, loved, and complete.

Start to finish. The story is there. The end is pages away. A sense of fullness and completion, while the rest is unwritten. The world keeps turning, there will always be an after, where happily ever after may be in the realm of possibility.

But I return to reality unwillingly and begrudged. Imagining hallways of oceans and doors of forests. Looking for little pieces of magic and light. Across space and time we meet here at this place, on this page. Where mystery brings you back to where we are now. The beauty and duality of language transport you to a different time and place. I highly suggest you follow me down the endless the rabbit hole.