There are moments when the world feels too loud, too fast, too heavy. When reality wraps too tightly around my chest, I don't run, I don't scream...I simply open a book.

That's my quiet rebellion.

Between the pages, I disappear. I slip into a world that isn't ruled by logic or pressure or expectations. I fall into the rhythm of words, and suddenly I'm somewhere else entirely, somewhere my mind created just for me.

A world made of wonder, where I can breathe.
Where dragons might soar above me and stars hum softly in the dark.
Where I'm allowed to be anything. Everything. Or even...nothing at all.

Books give me that. They are more than stories, they are shelter. A doorway into dreams that understand me. A refuge where no one demands answers, and where I never feel wrong for simply being who I am.

In those moments, I'm not escaping life, I'm finding the part of it that makes sense to me. My safe place. My secret world. The one I built, where I always belong.

So if ever I seem far away, lost in thought, or silent with a book in hand, know that I'm not running from you. I'm just visiting the place where my soul feels safe.

And maybe, just maybe...I'll bring back a little bit of magic to share.