i am forever in love with the idea of life and the quaint little life i picture in my head where i do all the things i love and i feel at peace and happy and i live somewhere far from here with those whom i love and love me in return. though unfortunately i am brought back to reality in the realization that i live a mundane life where i feel i am wandering and stumbling through it instead of seizing it and experiencing it to its full extent. so instead i read, to escape the harsh truth that, at least as of right now, i can only dream of the life i desperately want for myself and live vicariously through the incredible individuals who only exist on paper.















