I love to read in a crowded place overlooking the concrete city in a stir, where I let the books swallow me in, one word at a time. The inane conversations I couldn't help overhearing minutes ago, are now a soft buzz in a distance that I can't seem to make sense of anymore. The city lights now in bokeh, seem to augment my already vivid imagination and just like that, I am floating across space, on my way to a reality that seems so much more real to me than the one I already belong to.
If you ever look for me in a crowded place, I will be the girl at a corner table with a forgotten cup of coffee and lost eyes. You will find me, but barely.
If you ever look for me in a crowded place, I will be the girl at a corner table with a forgotten cup of coffee and lost eyes. You will find me, but barely.
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