A store
The suburbs somewhere
Filled to the brim with titled works
Covers of different thicknesses
Books of different lengths
The the things of the most strength Happen to be the words
As I run fingers over the spine
I think of many lines
The words swirl around my head
They feel me
They make me feel
As I live through stories of another
A fictional being
A world both like and unlike our own
Words have not been given value
I sit with them in a small cafe
I see them in people
They make up individual stories
They are the mind of our generation
Forms of expression that I touch
Every moment I live
For words make up the mind
And the mind is a storm
Brewed in the memoriam of life
YOU ARE READING
These are poems that I might write more of, who knows.
PoesíaInspired by @Ladybug4692, @Tarynupthislife, and @RyPhanShipNBandTrash because they all helped me out in on way or another.
