Books,
Books in rows,
Books in stacks,
Books engulfed in an ocean of words I want to sink into and melt as they wash over me.
I hope they never fade away,
These refuges of printed of words of depth and wisdom, and inspiration.
Most are probably nothing of the sort of course.
There's celebrity gossip, and formula romance, and the latest miracle diet.
But somewhere, hidden like pearls in the sands is magic,
A book that will become a life of it's own,
Words that will meld into the fabric of my own voice until I almost forget that they're not.
I want to stay here until I find it,
More,
I want to stay here until I create it.
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