Inside My Head

6

since an early age, i've always fell in love with books.

i opened a cover, and i spent hours staring at the black letters.

i was soothed by the space between each paragraph; each sent escape in each letter that was printed.
 
i was in a euphoric haven; i was in a  world where i could escape my own.

then , i started putting my own words on paper, in hopes that someone could escape into the world within my ink.

everyone around me struggled to know how to escape their minds, and all  i had to do was stare at a page.