This is for all the bookmarks that are still holding the door open, to pages I'll never return to, pages I no longer relate in.
Maybe you are the karma sent to me, for all the bookmarks I've kept waiting.
Perhaps you are now scattered in between all those sheets of paper and I am to find you again
bit by bit, where all the bookmarks stay.
this is to all the bookmarks who I promised I'll see again, to all the bookmarks, I promise. I'll read again.
-this is to all the bookmarks, this is to you.
