So much noise, people talking,

I probably look out of place,

But they all keep walking.


All so busy, moving at a quick pace..

In these white pages I find relief,

In here the perfect space.


Few understand, and that’s fine with me.

I will attempt to explain this,

And I’ll try and be brief.


When life gets complicated, this is bliss.

A simple solution, a sweet escape,

Not something to be dismissed,


Broken hearts, we know, can’t be fixed with tape.

But for me, an easy distraction

Is poring over each compelling page.


The Darcy Perspective

"A sweet escape"

Spot on


So relatable

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