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.