She reads a lot of books
because she finds it
fascinating.
The protagonist, the antagonist,
the plot - everything.
The humor, the adventure,
and the little hint of romance.
She feels like the character herself -
unveiling the mystery every chapter,
feeding her curiosity with lot of spiels.
She feels giddy,
and excited,
and thrilled.
And when I look at her,
I see a girl who loves to read books
because it's her form of escape.
She reads
because it's the only thing
that can make her laugh,
because she can know of adventures
she can never have.
She reads
because it's her only form of
solace.
And it's just sad, really.
Because it's been the only
constant thing
in her life.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Left Unsaid
Poetry. ✈ • un·said (ˌənˈsed/) - тнoυgнт вυт noт мenтιoned oυт loυd or dιѕcυѕѕed - noт eхpreѕѕe...
