Books.. they fill my three self wide bookshelf and yet I have four 2 foot stacks of them behind my bookshelf.
Imagine a world where religion wasn't allowed, no books, no belief, no science. Those who read know how many lives we have lived and how many times we have died just by reading words on a page we are transported. Our minds wrap around a universe entry our own and yet not ours to take. Because simply they are not real and never will be. We all know that in the back of our minds. Yet we laugh, cry, smile, scream, jump, live as if it was our lives. I have thrown so many books across my room with red hot tears streaming down my face then go and apologize to it and continue reading.
I have screamed, loved, abhorred, lusted, and lived with the characters I will never meet. Ever. Just another escape. Another Anchor.
I recommend reading It's a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini. GOOOOOD book. I hated it ended, then I hate most things.
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PoetryThis book is... different. All who read question life and its surroundings. Everyone who passes by will go on with the same mind process of how the world works as they have always had. This story-- These thoughts may make you question whats right a...
