Pages

In pages of printed adventures, endless tales of heroes and villains alike, I dwell. Words sketching the worlds unseen by my eyes, yet clearly formed by my overactive imagination. Here my sorrow played hide and seek, playing in the field's of places unplottable, thriving in the palaces of created kings, dining at the tables of names unregistered. Loving the feel of paper, the smell they hold comforting and familiar. Lyrics and notes forever imprinted in my soul, the perfect setting for blaring out the noise of what lies outside my door. The shelves of the collected unable to satisfy, reliving and visiting friends others know nothing of. The words on the pages are never unwelcome.