the fragrance of pages,
antique and just waiting to be read.
the sight of all those books,
unopened; enticing.
whisking us away into forever perfect Utopias,
ones we so desperately wish were real.
introducing us to forever perfect people,
ones we so desperately wish we could meet.
showing us forever perfect lives,
that we can't have; no matter how hard we wish.
and at the same time,
breaking our hearts, over and over again.
who said i am weak?
i've lived through heartbreak better than you could ever imagine.
i'm a reader.
and i will forever be one.
because a reader lives a thousand lives before he or she dies.
YOU ARE READING
stelliferous
Poetrystelliferous / stɛˈlɪfərəs/: having or abounding with stars 'a compendium of miscallaneous, free verse poetry about the little idiosyncrasies and fantasies in the unfathomable journey of life.' *** © Dianne Lu 2018 No part of this book may be copied...
