How beautiful is reading? I read to relax, I read to escape and among other things, I read to be come completely immersed within someone else’s story while abandoning my own. I read to learn what happens next, why he lied to her and why she loves him nonetheless. I become someone else and forget myself. I am able to forget my preferences, my dislikes, and let myself re-set. I find the similarities between myself and the newest all encompassing subject of my focus to make the joining of my being to theirs seamless. I can travel worlds, social classes and so much more all within the comfort of my own bed. Last night I was a witch, breaking my bones to trade for the power I wielded. I ran from the gorgeous witch hunter attempting to take my life. Last week I was the personification of Life re-incarnated, falling hopelessly in love with Death and denying Fate who had loved me since I had given up my existence hundreds of years ago. Next week who knows what I can be, where I can go or what I can experience. Maybe life will be better, full of exploration and beauty, finding true love and everything that comes with it. Perhaps I’ll be living in the streets, learning how to become a better person or imprisoned by my greatest enemy. What excites me most, when I have finished a book and long for the kingdom I’ll never get to visit and the love of my life that I’ll never get to meet, Is the endless amount of lives I’ll get to experience in the future