I´ve lived my life folded between the pages of books

my soul entrhalled by its stories and mysteries

i immersed every fiber of my being

into charachters in love, battles won and hearts stolen

stepping inside worlds that were never meant to be mine

i seeked reufgee in ink on paper

days flew by, months, years

it was no longer an escape

it was an improsinment

meaning wandered away

slavery winked me in

because after all

magic doesnt exist

when youre the doll being played with