My books are packed.
I held their souls in my very hands.
Now, the shelves howl with darkness.
Hollowed.
I feel empty too.
Neither here nor there.
My life is packed. My books are packed.
The emptiness fills me.
Perhaps, I should take out my books,
Put them on the shelves,
And look at them,
One
Last
Time...
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
My books are packed.
I held their souls in my very hands.
Now, the shelves howl with darkness.
Hollowed.
I feel empty too.
Neither here nor there.
My life is packed. My books are packed.
The emptiness fills me.
Perhaps, I should take out my books,
Put them on the shelves,
And look at them,
One
Last
Time...