Escape

Books were my escape, from the yelling the screaming the high stage they put me on when they needed to solve an argument Books were a home I didn't have. They took me away allowed me to image anything. A better life, the ability to fly high above all my problems. Books were my best friend, a shield I could use when I need a deflect, a breath of spring, or an escape. Books were and still are my favorite thing, because they were there for me when all hope was lost, they allowed me to put myself in another world where I could be someone else. Someone worth caring for. Books are a happy place to the kids with broken families, or atleast they were for me.