They comfort me, keep me company when I need. Books are my safe place. Old or new, they all have different stories to tell. All the worlds colliding like mixing cookie batter. Each book is unique.
They have secrets deep within them. You probably won’t find out till later. The words practically jump off the page, screaming to be read. As you go deeper into the book, you forget. You forget your problems and worries.
When my worries start to take over, I bury myself in books. When I need to escape, escape, escape. When I feel trappe,d they comfort me like a warm blanket. When I finish a book, I do not forget my journey.
