Not just pages.
They are portals to another world.
A world beyond the grip of reality.
A fantasy to drown the darkest fears in the deepest abyss.
New people who embrace my flaws to fill the hollow holes of my rickety heart.
Adventure pumping throughout the body.
Wildest dreams dance wearing the trust of sunlight across lush meadows of blooming love.
The wind of passion from the distant sea unlock the hammering beast in my chest from the cruel captivity to paint the sky with rainbow of a new present.
But how long can the world cradle me for the portal is about to close and bring me back in the awful reality once again.
But tomorrow I shall escape again, escape into the world of black ink to paint my monochrome world.