The word, 'word', is more than just a mere word.
"The play of words is absolutely beautiful." They say,
but little do they know that the words actually play.
As I stare into my open book, I see Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn and Joe Harper escape to the lone Jackson's Island.
As I stare into my book, I see Katniss Everdeen run to the Cornucopia to grab her bow and arrow.
As I stare into my book, I see Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy being crowned the Kings and Queens of Narnia.
As I stare into my book,
I see the words transform into beautiful human beings and magical creatures,
which gently stroll around me in circles,
and fix their bold, strong gaze on me.
"The darkest place on Earth is a closed book." They say,
but little do they know that a closed book is the brightest place in the universe.
Little do they know that just as when darkness falls,
the tiny, little words come out to play radiating their own light.
As I open my book,
I see that the little words are merrier and happier.
And I can't help but crack a smile,
to wonder what the world would look and feel like,
if only words were understood.
"Expecto Patronum!" I hear Harry Potter scream his lungs out.
"We accept the love we think we deserve. " I hear Charlie politely say.
"Don't rain on my parade. " I hear Christian Grey sexily mumble.
"It's a metaphor. " I hear Augustus Waters distinctly say.
"H-How?" I ask  surprised.
Or rather mesmerised.
I hear a faint, little voice from my book.
So faint that I press my ear to the pages to get a clear hearing.
I hear one word.
"Magic."