Oh Sweet Stories

I run to a world where a story is written. Each turn of a page and the story thickens. A Fairytale, Action, Or, Romance Comedy. A Drama, Horror, Or Documentary. I escape to each world to find anew. A love of whom I feel is not here. An adventure to where I never went. And things I'd never own. But in these pages, are things I'll never forsaken. I've loved many. And I've seen new things. Experienced pleasure and horrible outcomings. Happiness. Sadness. Frustration and Fear. Many feelings felt, and none were forgotten. Worlds of where I can leave mine. Feel things that aren't mine. And own things that belong to another. Yet that person is me when I turn the paper. Someone new, someone free, but someone not quite me. In this story is my escape to feel something better than what I feel today. A book is magical. A book is my plea. Oh, how I love these stories and all my new me's. Adventures that call me. Lovers that want me. People that need me. Even for just an hour, let me alone to be. A hero of my story. A lover to my need. A person to my people. Everything that they need. Everything I want to be. But in reality, it couldn't be. Oh, sweet stories, consume me.