Non-Fiction

There's a feeling of helplessness I get when reading non fiction

In books where the lines of reality blurr and societal norms smudge

It's a feeling of not knowing Wether to laugh nor cry 

Sometimes I insert myself into that world with humans  made of letters and live vicariously through them 

Other times I watch unfazed at their apparent struggles, an indifferent spectator

Very rarely i watch the plot unfold not able to immerse myself yet unable to be unaffected 

Like being seperated by a layer of window paper, fragile and flimsy 

It's at times like this I feel it snaking around and through me, a feeling so poignant but wrapped in layers of ambiguity

These overwhelming feelings I sense between the lines, the unwritten words suffocating me

I think about the one who wrote it, is it truly not real or is it a pain that could not even be put into words

So I avoid these works and delve into fiction 

Where nothing is real and everything is an illusion