My eyes gaze. Letter after letter.
Page after page.
Chapter after chapter.
I’m carefully flipping through pages.
I just can’t finish this book.

Because I don’t feel curious enough.

I keep finding myself re-reading the same chapter. Starting over. Just one more time.

It’s like one of those dreams that occurs once in a while. The ones you wish to never end.

Unfinished chapter. Yet thoroughly read.