When I Read

by Wen

When I read,
The world around me is warped into something new.
A world where I am the listener,
A world where I am the artist.
I paint the feelings,
I paint the words,
I paint the tear stained pages.
When I read,
I'm traveling to a brand new place
with brand new people.
I find their thoughts,
I find their fears,
I find their happiness.
When I read,
I'm pure,
I'm raw,
I'm real,
I am here.

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