I'm in a movie. because things like this aren't real, are they? or maybe it's a book that i'm in. i think that's what it is. because movies are never real. too many modifications, editing, illusions. i suppose books could be the same way, modified and edited. But there's not a screen, nothing for the truth to hide behind. everything's right there, in black and white. you get it all, nothing sugarcoated.
so that's it, a book. a beautiful book, a book i'll never leave because the outside world is too cruel. too dark. not enough grey.
i know this because something like this couldn't be real, not in the black word outside. never could something this beautiful last outside. no, only here could this be real. in that case, we'll make ourselves comfortable.
