We were separated by thousands of miles,
But all I wanna see is your smile.
I just wanted to hold your hands,
But it'll worth thousands of grands.

The most important is
I can love you overseas
Yet you're still making my knees weak
Because it represents, the trust and love we seek.

- Jessa Saquin

may a time come that all of those good friends that i have not met yet be in my life daily and forever more in all the best ways possible. i know i am not alone, and soon enough none of us shall ever feel alone again. i care not to please everyone, yet i am compelled to believe that there are many good people that find me favorable and not an embarrassment, yet find me as they, wonderful, beautiful and worth knowing and having around. may such a time come and we finally are able to live life for all its worth.
i find that you , out there are worth it, even though i have not your name nor face to know and gaze upon. i continue to believe and know that you do exist.

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A boy looks down and sees his body
Being tossed away in a shallow river
He cannot move and he's in shock.
What happened? He can't remember.
There's a bright flash―unexpected, sudden
―and heavy hands on his shoulders.
Was there pain? There was some,
And there was the taste of anger.
He doesn't know what to think, confused
When his body settles in shallow water.
He gets up with ease. *With ease?
What comes next fills him with terror.
His body is still, bloated and pale
But he's standing. Over his body he towers.

Story after story
Displayed on stories upon stories
Of multiple library floors
In large spacious rooms

Levels of fiction
Nonfiction
Mystery
Poetry

On and on they go
Lined on shelves dauntingly high
Or Child-level low
Artful as featured works in museums

We congregate with hushed voices in examination
Yet we can touch them
We are invited to
We can reach out and remove a piece of history

From the ancient days of scrolls
To the modern pages
We pull them from their places
To discover the wonders within

Sharing in the joy that emanates
From the joining of imaginations
A connection so powerful
It unites the hearts of strangers

We lose ourselves for hours
In our favorite chapters
With our beloved characters
Whom we come to love as precious friends

Reading ignites the imaginative powers of the self
And it all begins by pulling a book off of a shelf

Done into Verse,  1653.

Bless’d is the man who hath not walk’d astray
In counsel of the wicked, and ith’way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sate.  But in the great
Jehovahs Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall.
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann’d
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their tryal then
Nor sinners in th’assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th’upright way of the just
And the way of bad men to ruine must.