I read a book and when I close it I am shut down by reality. Books... books they are my life or are they the worlds life? Either way I read, I read so I can imagine dream and fear. So I can live other peoples life's even though they may be fake. But all that matters is they were a persons thought of life. Maybe I'll write a thought in life one day.
I need someone with an arm for me to grab when I'm scared. To be able to handle my crazy personality. Or even be able to be by me in public cause I'm so weird. They would have to have patience with me to teach me how to golf or play baseball. Then when we grow old we'll see life as a whole. Then we will serve our beautiful life justice. Maybe go for walks and pick up the trash we left through out our years. So you see I need this in my life?