Dreamer

I love people.

People love entertainment.

Entertainment (and misery) love company.

It's a circle, and one I yearn to be a part of.

Books were always comforting as a child.

I loved watching people go to school or just lead lives differently from me.

I crave the hugs books give and the tissues that they should provide at the end.

Stacks of books call my name.

They want to be picked up and given attention, like a little kid.

Their smell is enticing and warmth welcome.

We need each other.

Their pages  full of character.

Their characters spunky, lively, and understanding.

Books have helped to teach me life.

Everyone had some sense of normal in their lives and everyone is needed.

There always needs to be more books, and that is where I come in at.

I want to be a novelist.

I want to impact people's lives they way that have mine.

I want people to know that they are loved and valued, no matter the circumstances.

I want teen and adults to lean that is perfectly fine to disconnect from technology.

I want to provide entertainment for them in order to create an escape.

Escaping is one of the biggest pluses of reading when the people around you cease to exist.

I love that.

People have issues when others write; I know this.

It is a soft major in which nothing good comes out of.

I don't understand how people can think those thought when they are surrounded by books.

I want to be a novelist because I love to explore.

I love to read and I love to create.

That point may be the best reason of them all.