A bookworms love letter

In my existence, I have many realities. 

Every world is as different as the next, 

and just as intriguing. 

It's far more different than a movie. 

the words I hold in my hands, 

seep into my skin, 

and i'm molded into an unknown world

that i've created with the interpretation of my mind. 

It's coming home from a long day, 

with the choice of what world I want to go to. 

It's being able to disappear...

That is the love you give to me.

Solitude,

adventure,

different realities, 

and the ability to escape. 

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