han

- was coldplayhemmo.

"han, please get the fuck off your laptop for once,"

"hello? can you hear me?"

i hear the faint sound of voices trying to distract me, to bring me back, but i am stuck and lost and my thoughts are spilling out the tips of my fingers that spell them out upon the screen before my eyes. my mind continues to play with the flow of the words that handle the lives of people living behind covers of books, like i am the almighty of my own little universe. i see no escape from the trance i, myself have created- i don't think i have any plans of escaping either.

"fuck reality," were the only words my lips spoke.