White pages, white minds, knowledge-flavored places
Why does time always fly by when you enjoy it the most?
Hours become minutes
Minutes become seconds as the teeth sink in the juicy shared tales of the compatriots
If you drop by the gates of our class
You will witness a mesmerizing sight
Minds lost in worlds made out of dreams
Hands whispering to the papers all the esoteric tales that are kept tucked under the fantasies
A sweet ache of joy will flash through your body
As you cross the barriers of dreamland
In it, you submit your imagination to the sovereignty of the pen
The emperor of the kingdom
The ruler of the words
He who dictates all the stories
And reveals all the hidden secrets
Welcome to the space where we bleed our wounds into words
We grit our teeth into anecdotes
We cry, we laugh, we long for the lost love, lives, and light that lurk at the end of the tunnel
Welcome to our little world
