snowballchibikat

Books are be my escape from reality The words in black ink on their pages, Are more addicting than drugs. I long for the comfort and relaxation that lies within them. I try to write them myself But books and stories tend to write themselves. I can see a film in my head But the words used to describe what I see come from instincts. They come from the dreams I can't remember, The memories that I know are there, But that I never really think about. I'm a black hole. I suck everything in, Then spit it back out, whenever I choose. Writing is my therapy, books are my drug. When I think of myself, I'm reminded of the Forgotten Stable