All I need right now, is to disappear from the present
End up in a different era
Candlelight and fireplace..
Long gowns and head bonnets
Be a female protagonist who writes books
A woman ahead of her time
Who Runs through the moors With reckless abandon..
That’s the thing about reading books Reading classics...
Your soul is tugged with this yearning To go back in time and escape...
Ironically she reads books to escape her reality too
So basically we are the same Her and I...
Two women trying to survive the monotony
Refusing to make peace with the mediocrity...
Whose hearts have poetry
Who are going to be victims of abysmal dissatisfaction
Because we know nothing will fill up this pit , this ever hungry drive
To experience something larger than life
To be touched, caressed , consumed by passion
Maybe the means matter and not the end But the irony?
The quest to reach that point keeps us going
And finding that special something would be an end....