The words glide off the page,
The letters curving in ways
I didn’t think possible.
Is it possible to have
Such wonderful things at the
Tips of your fingers?
The words glide off the page
And into my mind,
Transporting adventures
Into the depths of my mind.
I lose myself, submerging
Into the world of my friends,
My comforters, my pain,
My sorrow.
The characters submerge me
In their world,
Pulling me,
And I let them.