So Much to Say

The Book Girl

As she immersed herself back into her books
all her problems seemed to lift
Her emotions becoming lost as she dipped into the world
of a cruel prince and the mortal who he hates

Her fingers dancing across the pages as she seemed to drink in the words
Her mind drifting as the story wrapped around it and held it captive
As good as any fairie dance might from her book
Soon it was her own footsteps that made the intricate dance steps

And yet her only movement was the flipping of a page.
Around her she could almost hear the band of fairie folk playing
Could almost see the beautiful room in which she pictured herself dancing in

Here nothing else mattered,
Here her mind was cleared... Mostly
Her mind filled with the thoughts, the dreams of being a fairie child
Dancing till her feet hurt

There is nothing more beautiful
Then the world written into life by those with such a vivid imagination
Taken in by those with even more imagination
Who drink in the details and place themselves in parts of the story
As this girl has done many many times

This girl who has been all across the worlds and realms
and so many million places from the safety of her bed
Or a tree
Or a car

Some will say that what she does is nothing but spinning a delusion
Some say it a waste of time and talent

Perhaps they are right
Perhaps she uses it as a way to escape
Or maybe...
Just maybe

She does so for the pure pleasure of adventure and freedom
An adventure in ways one can only have in such tales
But that's the fun of it~

Of being a bookish girl
Cause even if they take her books from her
She now has her memory~~