Deeply engaged in another’s conversation

Totally emerged

I can’t help but feel like I’m part of it

Even though it’s not mine

This other world

This world where I can be whatever I please

The first Trans president

A wizard, a dragon, a knight

A poor, oppressed man in 1800’s America

Anything

I exist

But not because I feel

Or because I am known

But because I know

Because of what I am and what I am not

Because I can think

Ponder

Wonder

Believe.

No, I’m not obsessed with the thought of magic

Or being different.

I’m obsessed with losing myself in a book

I’m obsessed with escaping the hell that is my life

I’m obsessed with how it makes me feel again

With how it reminds me to feel.