Screaming back and forth was my life. All I heard were crude screams in my dreams. My eyes would be closed but in my heart I could still see the conflict. My limbs were numb but I could still feel the tension. I was here, in this world, stuck in the middle of my life, in the middle of nowhere, with no one. My life consists only of books and the bleak nature that can be found outside, even if it seems to me that it is always raining. Maybe it's just perceived that way because my dreams are wet and tear-stained. Knowing this, books have generally been my only real escape. However, there was one book in particular that made my heart sink. It was the book next to my bed, sitting there innocently but still taunting me. The silver title blazes towards me. The words invite me to feel the leather cover. I know I'm not worthy to watch it. I stand and watch, wanting to open these many stories to life and rebirth, but my troublesome eyesight won't let me. How can these two meaningless words bring together such emotion and evoke the true thoughts of the helpless flesh of this world? The word known only as a book to the Greeks is supplemented by the word for true consecrated devotion, but what can this mean? Would some sort of “sacred” book save me? I love books and I'm a writer, but can words really save my soul? I fall back on my bed feeling diminished by my own thoughts and lie in my room with my quiet, dead life. I am a loving and ecstatic human being, but I feel oppressed by every situation I encounter. Where am I, where have I really gone? No answers surface so I return to my previous commitments and continue my existence. I wanted to be bigger in my life, but...... middle of paper ...... for so long, my refuge has I've been here all the time. I am determined to make this commitment a reality. I feel the buzz of energy and I have been blessed. I run at full speed trying to capture the words according to my inspiration. I hear the voice of hope calling me to a greater purpose! I see the real answers buried in the black print. I feel the leather binding, gently run my fingers over the beautifully designed cover, and caress the light blue satin bookmark stuck between the pristine white pages. Here in this room, with these noble words from God, I have been set free. I have regained my strength and my heart is overflowing with agape love! I feel empowered by reading this book of wisdom and feeling the true infinity of life, love, and strength given to me through the Savior. I stand and know the presence of peace in my heart and I walk out ready to live an abundant life and zoe.!