I once had a dream. A deep inner desire.

That I could travel to another place and leave this one behind.

Where I could escape the real world and go on an adventure.

Where I could just get away, and hide.

Somewhere to enjoy my solitude and be my authentic self.

A place to express my thoughts in all their inanity.

I found this world in the middle of my bookshelf.

With the help of a pen and page, I can make my own reality.