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Books It takes a certain kind of security to get involved with books – a passion to consume fact and fantasy and leave behind the experience of reality. It takes a certain kind of security to be willing to escape the present – to run away to where dreams are real while pretending to be involved, to care about the now – a desperate need to again return to the future sky, time and always love as if the book itself was the ending. Before reading books I was perfectly content being me. I never thought about how lonely I am. I never realized the depth of my sadness. Book now threaten me. I am now aware of the lies I live. I no longer find security in reading books written by others – they must have experienced more of life than I can ever recollect. My life lies open like a book waiting to be read while resting on this lonely shelf. |
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