I would rather be lost in my books and my chicken scratch scribbles on random sheets of loose-leaf paper, than functioning in the world of reality. With my head in a book or the clouds, I feel safe. I feel much safer between the pages of a book or with the ink of my pen, than I know I will ever feel amongst the real world.
So, I will stay in my new worlds.
YOU ARE READING
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
