how is it that i let something grab such a hold on me.
something as small as a book series.
it seems to have taken over all of me
im always thinking about it
about the whole story.
i know this means simply ive found a writer who i enjoy
who can really pull me in
but its more than that. i feel like i want it
i want my life to be that of the main characters.
i loved everything about these books
the danger the devotion the lust.
why do i want so incerdibly things i seem to be unable to get for myself
things that are quite normal
i cannot seem to grasp them, let alone hold onto them.


the only thing.



more than anything...so much more.