Have people ever
Asked you
Why do you read?
And you say well...
How fun
Would it be
To just
Be in reality,
To live one life?
When I read
I live so many lives
And then comes
When I read
I escape reality,
To my own world,
Where things can be
Possibly possible.
That's where it
Comes to people
Asking,
Why do you write?
And you say,
Well
How fun
Would it be
To just
Be in reality
To live one life?
When I write
I return the favor,
I share my world
With reality
To create
A bridge
From my world
To theirs
To make it seem
Possibly possible.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
Have people ever
Asked you
Why do you read?
And you say well...
How fun
Would it be
To just
Be in reality,
To live one life?
When I read
I live so many lives
And then comes
When I read
I escape reality,
To my own world,
Where things can be
Possibly possible.
That's where it
Comes to people
Asking,
Why do you write?
And you say,
Well
How fun
Would it be
To just
Be in reality
To live one life?
When I write
I return the favor,
I share my world
With reality
To create
A bridge
From my world
To theirs
To make it seem
Possibly possible.
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