Photo by Favim.
Today is sort of an anomaly in itself. It's Wednesday, it's the day I crossed over the halfway marker for NaNoWriMo, and it marks two-weeks into the month. Pretty neat, huh? Well, I think so. And if you're like me, it's one of those oh-my-Thanksgiving's-NEXT-week kind of days. Every year Time decides to sprint towards Christmas. Research papers, finals, NaNoWriMo, book club, gift shopping, and many other things that I have to do keep me on edge about the time. All the stress makes me want to escape, and how do I do that? Books, of course! (Not to mention my favorite television shows, which might not be of interest to you since this is a blog for writers. Noted.)
Anywho, the other day while sitting in the car waiting for my husband to come out of the hardware store, I jotted down a few lines in attempt to express my desire/love for books.
There's something to be said
about a life that's well-read.
One with countless stories
and characters immortal and undead.
A never ending flight
to a world behind sight
where minds are portals
and dreary days turn to wistful nights.
Life with a third eye
from which to question why
the world has definitions
but imagination reaches beyond the sky.
The most amazing power
comes from just one hour
nestled in a book,
and invisible to reality's watchful tower.
Are you thinking of making an escape? What book/s will be your retreat this holiday season?