The universe on our shelves
They think we don’t have any hobbies.
They think we are weird.
The kids with no friends.
But they don’t know.
Do they know that when we open a book we open the door to a new world?
That we walk the alleys of our cities and see otherworldly creatures roaming the streets?
That when we look up into the stars, we see galaxies far, far away?
That when we pull out our clothes for the new day, we visit narnia?
That our trains at the train station will lead us to hogwarts?
That the bar at which we met yesterday is the entrance to Diagon Alley?
Do they know that the church we walk by is the weaponry of the nephilim?
That the moving dot in the sky is Saphira carrying Eragon to Arya?
That the limping man on the corner is the Bastard of the barrel?
Do they see that the white rabbit has a watch?
Do they realize that some people bleed silver?
Are they looking up into the sky and see van gogh painting it with all his happy colours?
Can they distinguish the ISS from the Hypatia?
Do they see the foot prints of frodo and Sam in the woods?
Can they choose from all of time and space? And where to go first?
Do they hear the people sing?
Can they understand why the meaning of life is 42?
Do they cry for Anna after she jumped in front of the train?
Can they see the dreams which the night court brought to life?
Can they hear the song of achilles?
Do they understand why we are not throwing away our shot?
No, that’s a negative ghost rider.
They don’t see the galaxies and universes and worlds in our own world. They call us weird, strange, nerds, geeks.
So what if we are? I honestly don’t see how that is a bad thing when I see so much more of the world (s) than you do.