you were like a library filled with stories bounded in different dimensions you were begging to be visited by many different people eating more experiences as you sat there with a stare the curious girl that you are never really understood what really happens in the real world, far from the books you haven't lived for too long to know that authors just write to escape the harsh reality
sometimes i myself find a non-fictional or historical book hard to believe. it must be too perfect to be true, and the writers must have wanted to embed it into the illusional world forever