Insouciance
(n.) free from worry, concern or anxiety.
Is it wrong to be fully immersed in a world;
In a book or in your own head,
Drowning in your sea of thoughts and feelings;
While not caring about a world called reality?
I don't think so.
"I was...
Stirring her cup of tea. Minty aromas filled her nostrils. Sitting on the comfy seat right by the window. Water droplets splatered, Running down, speeding.
It was quite the downpour.
Loud patters of rain as they hit the roof. Cup of tea in hand. Nestled in with a book. When problems and worries arose. It was her escape. On crisp pages. Perfectly baked paper, plastered with ink. Minty aromas from her tea. Described a world far from what you'd think.
But when it came back to a world called reality, She refused to go back. Images of favorite characters. Were they real? Of course not. Probably.
She wanted to meet them. They had problems too, As it said. All resolved with a perfect resolution. Lives different, Bound for evolution.
Book in hand she read again. Cup of tea still warm in her hands. Rain continuing to patter on the roof.
Complete and utter insouciance.
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Dedication
xorrow, this poem is for you. Write from your heart, especially from your soul.
Feel free to comment about what you thought about it! Always open to constructive criticism too!
What books do you like to read? Tell me about them in the comments!
~Phin
(All those tea references though, I REALLY LIKE MY TEA. Especially chai, love chai. Paired with a good book and rain and I'm pretty much good to go. That's my weekend plan for the rest of my life.)
