your eyes drag across words
spilled onto the pages of a book
and as you read on
the more you wish

that the world you live in
was as predictable
as the love story
you're reading

with every turn of a page
with every word that pulls at your heartstrings
you yearn for that life, that love
but all you can do*

is get pulled into
the chaos and misery
we label as reality
when the words run out

but then you remember
that a beautiful mind
wrote that book

how bad can the world be
with people that remind us
that there are little things in life
that are worth living for