Tuesday, March 31, 2015

The Literary Addiction

For many years I have loved the knowledge that comes from books. The idea that you can enter a world entirely different than your own, just by opening the pages and letting your imagination roam. Growing up it is clear to me the long lasting effects of a well read and well educated individual. Whether at home, or at school, even in the general public the advantage of those who have read early on and often is plain to see. 

My grandmother and mom have always pushed me to be the best person that I could be. At the age of two I started reading chapter books. At the age of 5 I horded flashlights so that at night I could read under my blankets; I say horded because I did not know you could replace the batteries, of course mom finally figured that out and stopped buying them for me. At the age of 7 I was reading the Harry Potter books at an alarming rate. Fast forward 11 years, and at my now age of 18, my "literary addiction" is worse than ever. 



You book lovers out there know what I mean. We read for fun, we live in the world where anything is possible if you pick up a book, and we fall in love with in depth characters. There is a great quote by George R. R. Martin that all of you who are teased, scorned, and tormented for your love of knowledge should know and take to heart. 

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies... The man who never reads lives only one.”

Before you delve back into your worlds of fantasy, history, or whatever your vice may be. Here is a poem I wrote in High School for your entertainment.

Abaft the tranquility is barred, a gate from which the pain cannot seep.
A tired mind and shattered soul sentinel the ingression to secrets beneath. 
Only time reveals and only love may heal. 
But one hole shall take more time to fill. 
Nothing to mend, everything bent.
Some things just missing.     
A soft and plaintive cry eludes and the barred gates start hissing.

x Be Blonde Be Beautiful x

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