I never understood

People who found reading boring

Reading is an escape

A rip in reality

And if you find your own tear

The turnout is monumental

I love books

New or old

Big or small

My own tears

When I jump through a tear

I can be anywhere with anyone

Beside princes fighting wars

Riding dragons with a mission to save the nation

Or staying with a magical family

I feel the hurt

And love

And happiness

I celebrate with these people of paper and ink

I love the feel of the paper

The smell of the ink

And the way these beautiful stories make me think

My heart breaks when I finish

And I feel a little lost

My own tear in reality

Is gone

When I open the book there's nothing new

Just the same as yesterday

But that's okay

I'd join their adventure anyday

Weither I've lived it a thousand times

Old or new

And if you ask me 'Why?'

Well,

Wouldn't you?