Isabel Borgers
I emerge
from the world
I had been, nearly,
part of all morning
my own world
seems foreign
as if I left
half of me
back there
I go about the
next hour
like someone who
does not belong,
separated by a wall of words
the real world (if you can call it that)
feels hazy—but only at first
then, after a while,
I feel as if I have fully returned
after a long journey
Yet
Something has changed
I almost forget
that I only truly visited in my mind
By losing myself inside that book
I discovered myself
and gained much
by getting lost