Taste Of Freedom

Reader's mind

"Why do you read?" They ask.

In the beginning, I didn't have an answer,

but if you asked me now,

I'd ask you why you breathe.

And yet the only answer you could give me would be scientific.

The truth is I could never understand people that read books voluntarily.

I always thought reading was another special form of torture.

But that was before.

That was before I found myself between the pages of a book,

Before words on a piece of paper shattered my heart into a million pieces and glued them back together better than before.

Before I found out that books had always had me in a chokehold and I just wasn't paying attention.

Before I healed.

Before I saw.

Before I felt true love through someone else's thoughts!