Sinisterfox
Greenlighter
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- May 17, 2021
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I needed to know how they did it, so I borrowed a book on step-by-step
I got overwhelmed, depressed and quit, then picked up a Sylvia Plath poem set
That made me sad too, I needed some inspiration. Borrowed a book on Amelia Earhart and her tantalizing aviations
That book got me thinking, I could do that too. Borrowed a book on engineering; hoping that would see me through
I got too overwhelmed and thought “I need a good distraction.” This led me to an aisle of books that were crammed full of action
I don’t identify with cowboys, robots or witches and wardrobes. None of these characters could ever go where I go
See, I’ve been trapped inside this library since as long as i can remember; and the characters I read about are all about adventure
But everyday I sit here and I dream of something more. I can’t relate to these stories, these people are never bored!
I think and think and read some more, hoping to find peace
Maybe I could write a book about the nothingness in me?
See, I’ve been trapped inside this library since as long as I can remember. Nothing ever happens and the pages stuck together
However, it’s clear to me now. I could write a book on anything I want. Some other girl trapped in a library might read my story and say “Now THIS is the good stuff”
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I got overwhelmed, depressed and quit, then picked up a Sylvia Plath poem set
That made me sad too, I needed some inspiration. Borrowed a book on Amelia Earhart and her tantalizing aviations
That book got me thinking, I could do that too. Borrowed a book on engineering; hoping that would see me through
I got too overwhelmed and thought “I need a good distraction.” This led me to an aisle of books that were crammed full of action
I don’t identify with cowboys, robots or witches and wardrobes. None of these characters could ever go where I go
See, I’ve been trapped inside this library since as long as i can remember; and the characters I read about are all about adventure
But everyday I sit here and I dream of something more. I can’t relate to these stories, these people are never bored!
I think and think and read some more, hoping to find peace
Maybe I could write a book about the nothingness in me?
See, I’ve been trapped inside this library since as long as I can remember. Nothing ever happens and the pages stuck together
However, it’s clear to me now. I could write a book on anything I want. Some other girl trapped in a library might read my story and say “Now THIS is the good stuff”
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