I am a Reader

A wandering soul living in between pages of writing

I dive deep into the sea of vocabulary,

One word to the next,

Tethered together by rich literary devices

I am a Reader, 

Individual who depends on the ability to read,

As a mundane would depend on the ability to breathing

I am a Reader, no ordinary human being

I read like one would breathe in ecstasy,

I crave for it for and each time my tolerance increase I need more,

More words, more books

Till my soul is satisfied and my whole existence feels like fiction

I read on and on until the line between fantasy and reality fades away,

I read to escape; it is my coping mechanism

I read to bury myself in redundant words and sentences

I read daily, hoping to create a marvellous piece of writing of my own, 

A dream too good to come true

I read to shelter myself, 

From the crippling voices in my head telling me to die

I read on and on like a prayer, 

And the eerie voices listen in reverence

I read so much that I forget who I am,

What I am to become when time comes

Then I remember, midst the Deafening Silence in my head,

I am a Reader; one who reads for life.

Submitted by Anonymous.