There’s nothing better than that old book smell,
or that new book smell.
There’s nothing better than that shadowy corner filled with nothing but your own thoughts,
or the dim lighting covering only your book.
Each word I read is another footstep towards figuring out everything.
Each page I turn is me never wanting everything to end.
And you?
You’re the novel.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
There’s nothing better than that old book smell,
or that new book smell.
There’s nothing better than that shadowy corner filled with nothing but your own thoughts,
or the dim lighting covering only your book.
Each word I read is another footstep towards figuring out everything.
Each page I turn is me never wanting everything to end.
And you?
You’re the novel.
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