Bibliophile
Deeply engaged in another’s conversation
Totally emerged
I can’t help but feel like I’m part of it
Even though it’s not mine
This other world
This world where I can be whatever I please
The first Trans president
A wizard, a dragon, a knight
A poor, oppressed man in 1800’s America
Anything
I exist
But not because I feel
Or because I am known
But because I know
Because of what I am and what I am not
Because I can think
Ponder
Wonder
Believe.
No, I’m not obsessed with the thought of magic
Or being different.
I’m obsessed with losing myself in a book
I’m obsessed with escaping the hell that is my life
I’m obsessed with how it makes me feel again
With how it reminds me to feel.
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