My life gets a bit more interesting it seems..............so I got a little pensieve

Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to take a train to oblivion. You know like all these movies where you see the impossible being played out. Anyways what would it be like to a take a trip to neverland. I know everybody keeps saying that there's no such thing, but they do not remember that Neverland isnt exactly a place. I believe that its a mental utopia, a kind of atlantis hidden behind the curtains of your memory. I envision this utopia everytime a pass a bookstore. This might sound odd to you, but over the years, books have taken up most of my imagination. Its like my girlfriends decide to go out clubbing friday night, and i decline cause im reading 'Tess of the D'ubervilles' by Charlotte Bronte waiting to find out what happens to Mr D'uberville. I mean I'm sure you're probably thinking...'what happened to watching a movie or going out to get some icecream instead?' I'd like that also dont get me wrong, but I feel like i got to do what i'm cut out to enjoy. If i'm not reading Shakespeare, then its Dickens, or watching The Dark Knight. I'm sorry, but i don't think i can make it to the end of this post without like a million metaphors behind me and that's just because i'm feeling more intense as i swerve my way through each sentence