If I could stand still I would. If I could let my mind focus and not wander off to lands of myths and stories I would. If I could stop myself from loving you, I would. I would do every single one of these things but never really mean it. Because my mind will wonder. My foot will tap to no other music but the song in my head. My heart will race and that pit of butterflies will fill my body every time your hand touches mine or when you glance my way, even though I know you don't love me back.
If I could, I would absorb myself into worlds of stories and myth so that I wouldn't be a bother to you. I would travel the country with George and Lennie, we would work in fields and we'd talk about getting a little ranch for ourselves, nothing would bother us and we would all stay together and keep each other company.
If I could, I would walk through the woods to camp half blood. Where the boundary stops and you have nothing but a sword and a friend by your side. Where you're accepted for your quirks and the drinks taste like anything you can imagine. Where your godly parent passes their traits onto you and powerful blood runs through your veins.
If I could, I would cast spells and drink butter beer until I could no longer breathe with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. We would go to Hogwarts where you learn to use your special ability and where magic is a reality. Where you make new friends and share experiences with other people who have the same talent for spells.
If I could, I would walk in the town of Halloween and listen to the stories that Jack fabricates about Christmas and how he wants it for himself. I would help him with his formulas and experiments revolving around the holiday that he craves. I would walk through the graveyard and listen to his song of sadness and tears. I would listen to his story and how he became the pumpkin king.
If I could, I would drag cigarets with a boy named Holden Caulfield in a shady alleyway. We would talk about depressing shit and curse until our faces turned blue. We would go around hotels and tell the bartender to give us drinks and when they asked for ID we would just get Coke.
If I could, I would climb a tree with Scout and her brother Jem. We'd play pretend and when Cal came out with Lemonade, we would take it and say "thank you, mam." We would weave tails of Boo-Radley and dare each other to do stupid things in the street. We would live out our childhood in Maycomb county.
If I could, I would solve crimes with Sherlock and John. I'd be able to keep up with Sherlock's skill and techie but still take time, to appreciate John's compassion and kindness. I would help pay rent on 221b Baker Street to keep Ms. Hutson quiet. I would help John with his marriage if he was going through a rough patch and comfort him if his nightmares returned.
If I could, I would go to all of these places and do all of these things. To get out of the normal, everyday life that I experience.
But I guess that's what books are for. To create the world you want to be in so that you have a distraction. So that you buy the next book and become obsessed. You want to be a part of the worlds these authors have created for you so you start to become distracted and distort. Sometimes you can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy since you daydream throughout most of the day. If I could change any one of these stories that I would imagine myself in, I would not do such a thing to perfection.
A/N
Hey... So I see a bunch of other authors on Wattpad with books full of random poetry, stories or rants. So I thought I might give it a try. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I love writing it. :) yay!!
[Ps. I wrote this a year ago, so ya.] :D
-Emily
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A Collection of Short Stories & Poems
PoetryA combined work of any short story, or poem I have written.
