reading

Someone asked me why i like to read so much today and i couldn't justify my liking and thought it best to clamp up,else risking wittingly being the witless nitwit.

reading...stories..i'm not sure exactly why,but it is to me a form of escapism from reality.it allows me to disconnect from the harsh truths and indulge in possibilities.the wise one say certain stories can be a form of emotional pornography-feeding upon and satisfying your desires.and what better way to do so than to read?it is as silent,solitary and private an activity as writing is.exploring and expanding my known possibilities-hey that ought to be not such a bad thing right?at least i have some knowledge of what could be?oh well.

and here i am the nitwit still trying to get some validation for myself in reasoning to a void...