All the pages were once opened,
And my favourite is always be page number 1,
Where I got to immerse myself with the story,
And to be able to figure out whether I'll like it or not,
Whether I'll open the next page or not,
And in every single pages,
I'll try to force myself to reopen the box where the green marble was kept all the time.
Yes, a green marble,
Something that always appear in my dreams at nights,
A stone that gives me something other people don't have,
Something can't be seen,
Something can't be touched,
And something that can't be felt.
