Taking me to different universes My own personal medium of transport Books whisk me a way leaving nothing behind Heart of mine racing   I love them so with all of my heart and soul Reading always makes me feel like I am home Affiliated…

I Wish   I wish I was an artist So that everyone could see The beauty and the heartache That dwell inside of me   I wish I was a singer So that everyone could hear My tragedies and triumphs My anxieties and fear  …

the sweet pleasure of reading a book under the blankets hiding it from the roving parental eye open the covers to the thrill of the chase the light of the flashlight of imagined worlds for nocturnal eyes. A mere bloody sacrifice of sleep.

My year in books is not yet full or even close to a completion But I have had a fair share of different worlds The moon shone bright in Metro 2033 and creatures howled above the ground A lake of emotions stirred in me when…