Stories

I consume other people's stories to avoid my own. Is my existence too real? Has me by the throat snarling in my face demanding attention? There are times where that escape is a blessing. The emotions are so real -- so raw and so deep. Let me borrow the feelings of another for a moment to catch my breath. Let me feel something I am not responsible for breathing. If a tear should fall or a smile cross my lips, let it be provoked by a delicious story that will drown out my own.

I consume other people's stories for the fun of it, for the thrill of it, for the joy and nourishment. It breaths a life into my soul that reality just siphons away. I can reflect on my reality from a safe distance and wonder where I am going. I can build friendships without uttering a word and demand justice for those who have no voice.

I consume other people's stories so I don't have to write my own.