Feel so soft, so gentle, yet powerful at the same time, ink on the pages ensure a new excitement, new journey, a new vision or frame of mind.
Caressing the books gently, lifting one at a time, which can I choose to take home to be mine.
Mind struggles to narrow for one or two; looking eagerly from left to right, hoping, searching; for clues.
Heart sinks at the thought of abandoning any, I gaze, I adore, incase I lose interest in any, as time ticks away; I conclude, clutching the entire bundle, reassuring that it’s the right thing to do.
Walking away with my new collection, eager to seep through, I won’t buy anymore I assure myself, it was the best thing to do.
For all the book lovers.