Enslaved by emotions, stuck in a world unlike no other. This is the nauseating sensation I get when I come back to reality. Reading a book for me is difficult, I fall so deep into the words that flow into my mind that I truly believe that's the only reality that exits. When I come back to reality I feel a strong hit that sends my brain spiralling, motion sickness, dizziness and hazed confusion. Nonetheless I stick my face in that book for that reason, I don't hate my reality but I also don't adore it.