Metaphors are Like Art
Reading is like putting yourself
in a painting.
You walk around a world
of someone else’s making,
enjoying the view
and reacting to what happens
in the next painting in the series.
Then you start to see yourself in it
or maybe you project yourself
or find that you feel how a character feels.
Then you are more than an observer–
then you start to manipulate the painting
to illustrate your emotions alongside the characters
(but that would be vandalism).
Reading is like putting yourself
in a coloring book.
You start to explore the author’s world
and fill in the spaces they leave behind.
You work together with real and fictional people
that you will never meet
but with whom you connect on a deeper level.
The story is now yours
in a way that it will never be anyone else’s
because they didn’t feel like you felt
because they didn’t imagine in the colors you chose
because they didn’t change their lives
from that one line of text that changed yours.
As you choose the colors,
and sometimes draw outside the specified lines,
you become an honorary coauthor
without getting any rights or royalties or credit
(but not in a plagiarism way).
Reading is like opening a coloring book that was
unknowingly made for you
and bleeding all over the pages
because the story is yours, too.
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