Slipping into pages

The ink is swirling

Bleeding from my eyes

And muffling my hearing

Feeling every fold

And crease in my back

Every cliched feeling

That normal days lack

And every passerby

Insignificant wins

All the coffee stains

And insincere grins

And everything that's sweet

And sour and soothing

All of it's only

In the books and the movies