Be.

Lost within the pages of a book.
Longing to fade away.
Delaying the return to reality.
Hide, for the reality of it all is just too much for one to handle.
Ignore, despite your proud and sturdy stance on such things.
The tempest is come!
Flee, for soon all shall be engulfed.
The Great Fear is upon the world that was so carefully woven.
There is nothing to be done but to watch as all that matters is consumed.
And so hide away, disperse into ink and parchment.
Somehow set free by imprisoning yourself within the stories of old.
That I may keep you within me.
Become a word.
Become something weightless and everlasting as the spirit itself.
That I may carry you always.
Flee, my love, that I may see you again, soon.