Another Life of a Dreamer 

 I was never the one to speak, I would be the one that is lost in my thoughts. I was never the one to know a lot people, I would rather be the one to observe them. I was always a dreamer and that was not about to change. 

Do you ever think about how there are over seven billion people living in this world and you will only get to view life through your own eyes , you will never truly know what it is like to live in somebody else's life, to view life in a different perspective and your perspective of life, the way you see life will never really change? 

You live the life you live, meant to love the life you live and then you leave the life you live, the only life you ever knew and you will never know what it feels like to live in another life.

 What is going through the mind of thief who just left a family hopeless and broke, the mind of a bully who causes pain for the people they don’t even know? What does a murder feel, ending the life, of a person that will never be able to live their life again? What is going through their brain, what do they think, what do they feel, seeing the body of person that they just killed? 

 It is all questions that could never be answered. I want to know what it feels like to live a different life with a different family, in a different house and go through different situations. What does truly feel like to walk in somebody else’s shoes?  

Not that I am complaining about my own life, I live rather interesting life, nothing extraordinary, but certainly not ordinary. Just a young girl, living in the city, in a small apartment with my father and his new girlfriend of the week. I still enjoy my hobbies and the things I do but I can never stop my never-ending , constant thoughts.

 I once read that a reader lives a thousand lives before they die and the one who does not will simply only live one. 

That is what brought me to the bookstore that very day, walking through the book shelves and reading every description of every book I could find and still quietly observing the people, from the reader that falls in love with every book before reading it, to the person that could never find the book they are looking for. 

 I was standing there, a thousand thoughts going through my mind and that is when I collapsed to the ground, feeling the sharp pain in my back before my eyes closed but instead of the world going black, I opened my eyes, in a different body, viewing the world from a different perspective with a gun in my hand…...