Drowning in a sea of words. In a sea of letters and words.
How can some meaningless symbols on a page mean so much? All it is is ink and paper, and yet I feel my soul being ripped apart.
I live and breathe these words. Words are all I am, and these are the stories that I live in.
My most fearful nightmares and my happiest blissful fantasies. My greatest friends and my worst enemies. The people and places that I love beyond imagination. They all live in my mind.
My mind that is my greatest adventure and the defining point of my life. My mind that is also my greatest fear.
If I live so strongly in these stories, how do I know what is real or not real? Do I even care what is real or not real?
As I get sucked, ever stronger, into this sea of words, I fear that there is no escape. I am lost in these WORDS. And I don’t even care.
Because, in this passionate sea of words, that’s better than real life. It has to be.
My most fearful nightmares and my happiest blissful fantasies. My greatest friends and my worst enemies. The people and places that I love beyond imagination. They all slip away from me when I close the book.
“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 history; 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.”
? Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
“Sticks and stones keep breaking my bones but these words, these words will kill me.”
? Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me
“One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
? Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.
? Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
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