---𝙋𝙊𝙀𝙈𝙎. 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣!

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡

Sometimes I smile,

but it's not what I feel.

I wish that I thought,

that it was all real.

we escape to books,

to get through our lives,

that happen in front of us,

while we just survive.

Look out your window,

open the door.

Live for a few minutes,

and see what's in store.