I live in two worlds.
One is this world.
The one we are all stuck in.
The one where bad things
happens every single day.
Don't get me wrong,
amazing things can happen too.
Surprising things also
happens every day.
But the second world
I lived in it, it is by far the best one.
The world of books.
The world where I can go enters Hogwarts. It doesn't matter which house I choose, I'll be able to go on adventures with Harry Potter and of course Draco Malfoy. I'll be able to face Lord Voldemort and ask "why you don't have a nose?"
The world where I can fall
in love with Jack Sparrow. I can be a pirate and I will run a ship on my own through a lot of sea storm
The world where I can fight
for my life in an arena.
I want to get out of this reality and embark myself on the book
In The Valley Fear by Sir Canon Doyle to feel the actual thriller. I want to go with Watson, and MacDonald travels to Birlstone House, an ancient moated manor house, to investigate the crime.
I want to enter that world where I can dance with mythical gods all night until my feet are not ready to give up.
I know in that world I can be whatever I want to be. The actual me belongs to that world.
But, the world that's not even real.
Both worlds have their faults, but
one has more than the other.
And of course, that one happens
to be the one I'm stuck with.
