lost for a while...

I found myself lost for a while, among books upon books upon books. A perfect escape from my words, my space, boundaries of my thoughts. 

A search beyond that which i so happily delve in when alone...all of a sudden...a need to find a new 'friend', one that would know to come alive between the covers of any book.

Which to indulge in? Which to pick up and begin to savour the words written , as if, only for me...for i was the only one in my sanctuary. 

And as each word took meaning, so began to disappear and dissipate that nag of daily challenges and responsibilities that had me fleeing , heart erratic, not wishing another minute to give acknowledgement and power to the drowning feeling of having to be very grown up and real. 

To those who have known to open up worlds of possibilities , bringing to life characters that have my blood rushing, my eyes eating words at such a pace wanting to turn the page prematurely...!... fearful of missing out what lies ahead...!...what joyous travels and discoveries i have partaken in! I fancy myself a detective at times, a fierce jungle cat, a bird of paradise, even one of Marvel's superheroes...there are no limits to what i can become...

Yet, when indulging in a read, no need to be anything else but that which i know to be...why not be dressed up for the occasion...what if in the loss of words another that knows to dabble in the magic and power of a written word, should enter my sanctuary and know to take the book from my hands and ask me to tell them what it was that has made my eyes alive with imagined scenes.

How joyously i would invite them in, my narration enigmatic and animated with much portrayed in hand gestures and energetic sitting and standing and again...sitting down...wishing to paint and bring to life every word read!

....it was a wonderful while...lost in books. Journeys partaken and many left unfinished...waiting for my return.

RB.