A wonderland of words....

I spend the majority of my life surrounded by books,
both at work and at home.
My bookshelf is a world of alternate realities,
some better, that I can be a part of for a while,
some worse, that I can be thankful are not mine to live forever,
some too exciting, that make me grateful for my ordinary life,
some unbearably sad, that remind me that I have much to be happy about,
Even at the moment, when my ability to concentrate is almost zero,
I can still lose myself in a book.
I think it's because my brain doesn't see it as an exercise in concentration,
It sees it as an escape.
A way of being somewhere else,
In a different life,
a different person,
just for a while.