Once upon a time there was a girl
Who wanted to forget her life and drown into words
So she opened the covers of the books in her shelf
She read about a brave boy
With a lightning scar and his mother’s eyes
And loyal friends who became his family
And after reading all seven books
She tried swishing and flicking her pen
And remembered to turn on the light
She read about a black and white circus
That opened its gates at dusk
And had more wonders than you could count
And after closing the book’s black cover
She wanted to learn magic tricks
And started wearing a red scarf
She read about a kind man
Who was short in height but found his courage
And left his hole-home to go on an adventure
And after finishing the book
She went on a long walk, singing songs
And wrote all the things she saw on a red notebook
She read about a girl and a boy
Who were wolves, alternately
And read poems to each other when the weather was warm
And after putting the dust jacket back
She bought a red coffee maker
And folded a thousand paper cranes
She read about a group of teens;
They were sons and daughters of gods and goddesses
Sometimes insecure and imperfect, but never alone
And after reading not one, but two series
She consumed books about Greek mythology
While eating a bag of blue candy
She read about a four-year-old girl
Who was particularly smart, a genious
And read and memorised a hundred books
And after returning the book to the library
She started studying harder than ever
And tried moving her teacup without touching it
She read about a girl on fire
The symbol of justice who brought hope to the people
Who went through countless terrors for the sake of others
And after turning the last page
She went on a protest for the things she loved
And raised her hand and whistled four times
She read about two teens who were in love
And hung on to their own little infinity
Lived day by day, before the last one came
And after the story was over
She started saving up for a trip to Amsterdam
For her and someone she could whisper “okay” to
She read about a quite unusual girl
Whose hair was peacock-blue
And who belonged to two different worlds
And after flipping through three thick books
She started collecting animal teeth
And got into drawing again
She read about a girl and a boy
Selfless, reckless, sharp, honest, and kind
And the boy lost the girl but not in vain
And after there were no more pages
She got a tattoo with a special meaning
And didn’t let anyone control her ever again
She read about a company of nine
Who were members of different races
But grew close to each other and formed eternal bonds
And after the story had enchanted her
She started growing flowers in her backyard
And realised she was wandering, but not lost
Once upon a time there was a girl
Who wanted to forget her life and drown into words
But after closing the covers of the books in her shelf
She saw that her life wasn’t empty at all, not anymore
And maybe her own story was worth reading, too
So she sat down and grabbed a pen
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