The Inside of Me

the inside of my brain is 

a library 

old

dusty

dim

filled beyond reckoning with

books

papers

forgetten secrets

i wander through the dust motes

breathing in the secret parts of myself

i talk quietly about lands that

have never been and never

will be

i sing songs that elves and dwarves have 

sung under the moon 

this is who i am

a character who 

managed to crawl out from between the

lines of ink and

musty paper that smells like

time and knowledge  

out of curiousity and now i 

can't find my way

back again

i dream and i sigh for legends long

forgotten and lost 

for epics that no one 

remembers 

this is who i am 

a lost character 

looking for a story

an adventure 

to 

fit 

into