The Reader
I long for worlds I have never seen.
I am weak with nostalgia for people I’ve never met.
I grieve, broken from the loss of an imaginary friend.
I am giddy at the prospect of pretending to meet these nonexistent loved ones again.
A show every Friday night at seven.
New chapter release on the first of the month.
The game comes out in time for Christmas.
I am fulfilled, thrilled, excited
I laugh, fight, cry, fall in love, win, lose,
Live
Able to forget
For a brief span of time
That this adventure too must end
And I will be faced
With the dead air
The closed book
The black screen
And unforgiving reality.
