16 October 2012
Why do I care so much about fictional things?
Why do I cry for shadows of people?
Why do I believe in imaginings?
Why do I love people who only exist in a few pages of text?
Why does it matter to me when someone speaks against a scribble on a page?
Why do I worship half people?
Why are stories so powerful?
Why do they influence my actions daily?
Why do I even want to know?
Opuss № I