The story is alive
Everyone says it's not
I don't believe them
It watches me through its pages,
Its beautiful pages
Calling out to me
Telling me that the world doesn't matter
Because they don't understand
They don't see the precious beauty
Concealed within the lines
Each word a knife
Piercing through the veil
That separates me from it
It wants me to be with it
And I obey its wishes
Drowning out the people
That don't know what it is like to be one with the story that loves them too
The pen that wrote it is long since gone
It couldn't stay long enough
Not long enough for me
I want to know the story
Be with it
Get away from this world
Live in a new one
I want to be the story
In my own paper pages
Alone
Peaceful
And happy
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The Thoughts Of A "Normal" Girl
RandomMy random book of randomness in which I will write random things. Such randomness may include poems, drawings, song lyrics, videos, short stories, and most importantly, the stupidity that lives inside my brain. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
