There have been times where the words of a writer have spoken to my soul. and awakened within me something powerful and natural and entirely myself but nothing like the self i'm aware of. The bed of the letters and the formations of the words have made me both uncomfortable, happy and satisfied. It had awoken within me new hungers and new heartaches.
that nothing else could fill.
I have wept for the loss of a life that was never mine and sometimes was never real.
Books and words have created me and destroyed me.
I long for the something more that my literature has promised me.
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