Lately, all I want to do is read.

I think it’s because there will be an end and I can keep reading and reading while questions evolve into answers. Pages turning and turning- realizations come to mind mostly.

Sometimes I wish I could read my own book.

Decisions made for me already and actions already chosen and all I have to do is follow, turn the page.

However, everyone disagrees. “Blah, blah, blah life is full of surprises.” I want answers. I need them in fact. Escaping in books is my latest escape (more like a salvation) from the world. But people look at my life and question the need for escape. Of course, like everyone, I have my deep dark demons that haunt me when the sun goes down; but I have friends, family and a future to look forward to so why do I want more?

I wish I could turn the page and find out.