Mixed up - the book and I

The book keeps pulling me towards it and you keep pulling me away. You, my life, my mish mashed priorities, my upside down outer world and my inside out inner one…all of you. And yes, I want to run to the book and hide behind the veil of it’s words. I want to drown in the sea of vowels and consonants, unseen. I want to disappear inside the tapestry of the plot and seep it all in, till the book becomes me and I, the book. And, then, I have lived it all right up till the very end, I want to rest, inclined on my spine with my weight against other stories…and close my eyes. THE END.