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Could it be that I have never been more moved in my life?
I have finally found a nice stable spot, and its when I am alone, in my room with nothing to think of except my book that I am reading.
Reading is my escape.
Whether its reading my own works, biology, the newspaper, a really good book, or even letters from family,: my mind is elsewhere, and my thoughts are embursed in another world where you don't exsist, I don't exsist, anyone else exsists except the people written in words.
I wish I could be changed by the turning of a page, or the backspacing of a sentence, but i can't. So, maybe I can only put myself in the place of another, so then I can be at peace.
Wow, am I depressing sometimes v.v
 jadepheonix_kristuya · Sat May 19, 2007 @ 03:59am · 0 Comments |
