Escapism incarnated

I was once asked by a close friend of mine why I liked reading books. When I registered the question and ruminated deeply for a second, I carefully replied with ‘’I know that this sounds weird, but it lets me escape.’’ Silence overtook that memorable moment, hanging in the air molecules only mere feet away from us. It wasn’t the uncomfortable type, where you would be pressured to say something, anything of the sort, even if it's irrelevant or complete gibberish. No, this was the kind we permitted each other to have as a chance for us to process.

‘’I don’t know why, but that is why I always read. Other than the fact that it's interesting, it feels as if I am transported into another world, another spectrum where I am all but an invisible spectator, my mind involved solely with the dilemma of the book and only the book.’’

I took a breath and continued, my eyes glassy with feeling. ‘’So, all the embarrassing events that had surpassed me that day or anything troubling my spiraling thoughts are frozen up for a little while, even if it's for a few minutes I could spare of my time, and I am all gone– I’m still physically present on Earth, but mentally, my mind is soaring up into another wondrous world…’’

I don’t care how petty this sounds, but one wrong move that would emotionally hurt me, and you’re out.

Not from my life, but my mental capacity

If you dare do something I know deep in my heart I never would,’

It’s me or you–that’s long

gone.

~Marie