Doors To Dream Worlds

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,

But doors to dreams worlds.

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