Being The Shadow

Do you ever wish you could escape? Leave the world you live in for just a few moments? I know I do. I mean, don't get me wrong. I am very blessed. Its not like I was abandoned in the jungle and raised by wild boars or anything. I have a great family, a nice house, and friends every person dreams of. All in all my life is pretty great! But like many of you out there, I can't help but be intriqued by the unknown. A kind of Billy Goats Gruff Syndrom, if you will. The grass is always greener on the other side. Thats why I love to read.I love books. I love everything about them. The feeling of the cover, the smell of the pages, but most of all, I love what those simple peices of paper contain. The story. Because for me, that story helps something magical to happen. I forget. I forget my problems, my worries, and even at times who I am. My insecurities fly away as I become emerged in the story. And as I read on, "I become the characters invisible aquaintance. A secret shadowy figure that lurks silently in the background, looking in on their life. Living it along with them."( Jemima J. Sonya Sones) But I guess thats when reading becomes dangerous for me. I become so immersed in their story, I forget mine. True, my character might not be glamorous or beautiful. Shes not a genious, or a prodogy. My characters not the school nerd or the creepy kid that sits in the back of the cafeteria carving the face of Weird Al in her bologna. But I owe it to my character to not forget about her. I owe it to my character to let her story unfold. Because shes me. And that, my fellow bloggers, is why Im here.