It entertained me throughout my entire adolescence; it was my favorite place and it still is. The atmosphere was incredible, and I got lost in the rich and peculiar smell of the pages. I would walk in and automatically feel familiar; it was my home, my safe place, but I was too young to realize it. Well, who is really that awake at 12 years old? Nobody. At the age of 12, you live as if you were riding on a cloud, carefree and light as a leaf. The best stage without a doubt.
This is for you, people don't talk about you anymore, but 20 years ago everyone was looking for you; you were indispensable in the life of all. How do we explain to those who exchanged you for a cellphone that you are the purest culture, that you still keep the most interesting secrets, that you have magic, that you are the most distinguished, beautiful, and elegant thing in the world.
- Library they forgot you, but I didn't.
YOU ARE READING
CONJOINED
PoetryFor him, when he hugs me, he makes me feel like I'm coming home after a long day at work.
