by Lia R., 16
An escape
A feeling
Many feelings
Time passing
My heart is pounding
Then it relaxes
Then starts up again
I feel my fingers brushing against the thin sheets of paper
I hear the pages turn and crinkle
I see my tear fall to the page and blur the black ink
I feel consumed with emotion
Filled with anticipation for what will happen next
Thoughts dancing around in my head
The words on the page consume me
Time is flying
Hours feel like minutes
Everything around me disappears
The only things I see are the words on the crisp pages
I’m escaping my tragic life
I can see the world through someone else’s eyes
I hate the world through mine
I’m escaping the sadness
I’m escaping the despair
It usually ends with a happily ever after
Do I get one?
Brooklyn, New York
Bridge Ink 