As my finger skims across the page,
I cross the surface into another realm,
The worlds flashing before my eyes,
A journey that only exists in my mind.
The world before me
Makes my soul long to be there myself,
With all the magic and friends
A younger me could ever wish for.
It is the people I follow,
Cheer for, mourn with,
That I seek to be with,
To share their mighty adventures
In their fantastical world,
Transfixed as my fingers
Hover over the page...
And when it's over,
I sit in silence,
My mind wrenched to the present,
But can never take the same journey again—
A second time feels like
Looking at a photo album
From a family vacation.
And so I search on
For the next adventure,
Holding my memories
Of that amazing world
Close to my heart,
As well as the pages that bind them.
