Reading
Why do I read?
Maybe it’s because it keeps me safe from the monsters under my bed
Or the voices jumbling around in my head.
Or it’s because on these pages.
Inside These story’s I go to places you won’t ever see.
I become people you won’t ever be.
The characters in these story’s become part of me.
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A part no one will ever see.
Or maybe it’s because I’d rather spend a life inside of fiction novels than thinking of the hurt he caused. Or the things I’ve lost.
Maybe it’s because the love I desire.
Can only be found written across these pages.
Or it’s because I’ve stopped looking under my bed for monsters.
Rather I’ve figured out they are inside of me instead.
Maybe it’s because the story’s cover the hurt and the cold and the bitter side of me.
Maybe it’s because I desire a life I won’t ever have.
Maybe just maybe.
