i forget how books suck you into a world of your own. or rather, a world of its own.

you start thinking, empathizing and feeling.
of things both foreign and familiar.

how we all fight so hard for the things we want
and how we get them
only to realise it's temporary
and that our paths have already been planned by above

do we really get a choice at all?
or do we just think we do when we don't?

you decide. (do you?)