There's always been something about that feeling of books
Books rotting away beneath laminated covers
The fingerprints from hundreds thousands of ***** hands
All turning the pages, some slower than others, taking their precious time
Some hastier readers, eager to consume knowledge, there's not enough time
But me, I am caught in between
When I read, everything is still
The story pours out filling the emptiness of now
Frozen in a vocabulary paradise, a language of dreams
Not thinking about where I have been, where I am going
Just a limbo-land serenity
Where memories are freed and replaced with new fictional ones
The characters become my friends, my allies
The villains my villains
I feel their kisses when they kiss and the taste of food when the narrator eats
Absorbed in a false reality more so than this one
Some people drop acid and watch wonderland
And I prefer to dive into a sea of words
The waves lift me carefully and carry me away into a far away place
A parallel dimension, a paperback time machine
An hour fades into three, hunger pangs and missed phone calls but
I am on a cognitive vacation, having intellectual ***********
And I want to stay here forever.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 12:58 AM UTC
There's always been something about that feeling of books
Books rotting away beneath laminated covers
The fingerprints from hundreds thousands of ***** hands
All turning the pages, some slower than others, taking their precious time
Some hastier readers, eager to consume knowledge, there's not enough time
But me, I am caught in between
When I read, everything is still
The story pours out filling the emptiness of now
Frozen in a vocabulary paradise, a language of dreams
Not thinking about where I have been, where I am going
Just a limbo-land serenity
Where memories are freed and replaced with new fictional ones
The characters become my friends, my allies
The villains my villains
I feel their kisses when they kiss and the taste of food when the narrator eats
Absorbed in a false reality more so than this one
Some people drop acid and watch wonderland
And I prefer to dive into a sea of words
The waves lift me carefully and carry me away into a far away place
A parallel dimension, a paperback time machine
An hour fades into three, hunger pangs and missed phone calls but
I am on a cognitive vacation, having intellectual ***********
And I want to stay here forever.
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