Fiction is what kept me alive.
I found comfort in things that didnt breathe.
I found healing in things that lacked feelings
I found a safe haven in words.
I found my own way of living through stories of those who saught adventure.
I found myself among the mist of getting lost in literature.
I was able to move without moving
I opened doors with my mind.
I became numb to my own reality and alive in another
I took courage from them
I learnt from them
I learnt what it was like to feel happy, sad, angry, inlove.
I cried
I laughed
I smiled
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But most importantly I felt alive.
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Amist The Chaos Pt 1
RandomSunrise and sunsets Doubts and hopefulness. Thoughts that go through my head at random times in my day. - Wrote these in 2018 When I was sad and a little lonely and well I thought of Finally putting it out in public because its just sitting in my dr...
