Seclusion

Some say they're afraid of losing themselves

Who they are



Their values and beliefs

Their personality and what makes them human

But what if losing yourself can be something entirely different?



Losing yourself can be beautiful

Escaping reality



Even just for a short time

And entwining your perception with fiction

It's deceptive



A matrix void of elucidated fabrication

Forgetting anything and everything



And solely becoming the protagonist etched between pages

Stitched book bindings

What if that could be home?