It is said that when you are reader,
You live a thousand lives, but
There are some lives you just don’t want to read about.
That’s why and when I drown myself in fantasy; so I can escape reality,
But there are sometimes where fantasy becomes so close to reality
And I can feel myself drowning in tears rather than words.
I used to be heartless when it came to death in books
Until I read about it over a period of time.
Soon I feel eyes rim red and tears crinkle in my throat like pop rocks on my mouth.
I don’t like it.
“Save me” I try to say, but no one understands because they do not lift characters from words, worlds from sentences. They do not drown in their tears.
I am left to face it alone.