Bookmarks.

Your parents, friends, spouses or children are calling your name, and it finally gets through you. Once you’ve snapped out of your own world, you realize that they’ve been calling you for a long time now; and are probably losing all their patience, because, they do not get what you were just doing. That alternate universe, that fantasy land, that mode of escapism.

You hear them out and you know it’s something very important. You may have missed a couple of meals; you may have not slept for a couple of days, your hair disheveled, your clothes almost stinking, because you have, in the eye of your mind just killed the biggest monster evading your beloved motherland. Yet, the universe calls and you have to pause that world you’d rather live in. 

You sigh, because you feel like somebody is ripping your soul apart. You have finished that page, that chapter you’d promised to stop at; and a couple more. You have to stop, so you somehow do, after hugging the book and smelling its page, not letting go of the feel of it. You put in it, to know how far you’ve reached, rather how much is left of that book you know you’re coming back to again, a bookmark. That bookmark, which is now the reason you’re alive. That one thing you are possessive about. You don’t want it to move, because honestly, your life depends on it. 

Bookmarks. The heart, to the soul of your very existence.

 

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About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: theblackwallflower@gmail.com OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

2 responses to “Bookmarks.

  • crazygoangirl

    Oh I know that feeling so well!! Blank stares from both me and the family when I first emerge from my current habitat 😉 there gave been times when I go around pretending I’m still living in the world I’m reading about…trying to see whether people around me would fit in 😛 Happens constantly when I’m reading LOTR!!

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