reading

when i crack the spine, i'm taken into another world

the world i seep into seeps into me too
i can dive into stardust or the pits of hell

and i'll dive head first into these feelings not originally my own,

better than those that belong to the breathing living

like a song, i take in the lyrics and imagine i live in those words

if the feelings written are of ecstasy, i wish to feel it

if the feelings are black and cold, i wish to feel it

when it is intangible and it is meant to be

when i never hoped it was going to be real in the first place

im taken where my empty hope can be forgotten,

where the fantasy gives hope a face that can be touched,

not by me, just a character i don't need to envy

somebody here is lying in the background noises of a song

it is not me, but i see that it is also me

this story given to me, ultimately unpersonal,

already finished

i don't have to wish that i'll reach the end

and i have no desire to spoil myself

so involved with no consequence

until im spun back into my head, all on my own

story that i'll never feel is finished

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