Trapped between the silence of the cool evening and flipping pages of a novel, I have found a novelty of peace.
It is a place of solitude.
My tower of refuge, where I can chase the wind and fly after the beauty of a world I haven’t come to know.
Right there between the pages, I relish the beauty of told words of writers, smell the crisp of the paper and the serene wisp sound of each flip.
If the words I read can translate to reality I will be transformed from the inside out.
If my temporary escape can turn to forever, it will be blissful! maybe I won’t be so incorrigible.
So I search for the adventure I cannot undertake.
I Think and create the wonder I want.. My own fantasy…
Who knows they could turn to reality someday but for today, it is just a page after another.