"𝕬 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 . . . 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊."
To study people and places and possibilities. All I had to do was open my eyes. All I had to do was open a book- to see the stories bleeding from page to page. To see the memories etched onto paper.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in histor
y; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
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