Are they
just Pages, texts, words? Or are they something else?
That
happiness you buy,
That does
not make you think twice.
A apprehensive
emotion overwhelms you, as you realize,
You are collapsing once more into that lockup,
That never lets you wake up.
Just like a
drug, it hooks you.
Once you did
it, there is no way out.
Yet, you are
still eager for more.
That rushed
feeling that wraps you around,
Making your skin shiver,
Sensing, as you slowly open it
The faintest whisper of a kiss.
Promising within, a new adventure.
That time
when reality is shot down,
And you can
escape without coming back.
As you turn one over, you sense that anxious
awareness eating your inside body.
That
curiosity that tingles under your skin,
Never
letting you be. Refusing to stop,
Demanding for one more.
Just one
more to explore.
As you enter
that magical world
You open a life
Hearing distinct cries
Bashful laughs,
And Tentative
Shouts
Books are not just words,
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