I am a dumb dumb, a hopeless romantic,
living most of my life in my heart and my head.
I've spent my time
between the stacks in libraries
and between the sheets of lovers.
would everything make sense to me if I knew the history of the world,
or would I just lose my mind?
I’d probably just lose my mind.
Next thing, I walked into a bookstore
and, per usual, get lost in a fictional world.