Beauty In The Pages Of A Book

I seem to get lost in this world and find a world filled by words|

conjoined to form an image|

An adventure in a landscape far away|

Where I escape this land to navigate a page|

From morning 'till dusk and not a sound escapes these lips|

In this barren land created by another for me to explore|

The loneliness I struggle with in my life gets pushed back|

As I play the role of the protagonist and the diminutive backdrop|

In sagas of life without rules|

A moment of flips and stagnant gazes|

As we relive our memories against the backdrop of these pages|

Let this curiosity and anticipation for the future never depart|

Fighting to close a chapter|

I am left with three words to prolong the hope for this moment to never lose its course|

An awakening to secrets once left in between a shelf in the up-most layer is reached|

To behold the cryptics of a life once left out in cold|

And held bound|

Now forgotten in dust|

Hidden in the darkness of exclusion|

Somewhere the composer is once again revived|

Then shown the door as the transition from necessity to luxury takes a hold|

And a sapling heart becomes digital|

The feel|

The grasp|

You once recited over now fingertips slide over|

And batteries become the new life supporter|