I always loved reading ,tho my preference always changed,
In a book every chapter, every page, every verse, is disparate
We all have that one page,
The one that makes us laugh or cry
The one you can spend a day examining and and memorizing every little word wether it be a trouble free word or a bewildering word,
And you can’t, turn the next page, but you must,
You hope it’s the same as the other, but it’s not
You hope it’s about them living happily ever after, or that the dog made it home,
Only to find out that it didn’t …
And you can’t go back.