the threads in her head

-Of self control.

Dearest dearest, I drowned in words today. I couldn't stop myself. It felt so much like the old days of the past, and I read on and on, drawn into a new world. Of spells and magic, fantasy and love, secrets, mysteries. And I forgot about time, forgot about burdens, forgot about duties, forgot about struggles and conflicts. In one moment I had cast away all of these without a care.

I knew that I had things to do, but fatigue and temptation was too overwhelming. And I threw myself out, and the book caught me safely in its trap. And I read on and on, my shallow heart beating in sync with the book.

And when the book ended I was thrown back into reality.

Harsh cold world it is.

Oh, this is cruel.