do you wanna
study with me? i'm all by my
lonely in this library. there ain't no one else
here but me. no librarians.
no one stocking the shelves.
i run this place myself.
i've read all the books in here.
well, that's a lie. i've read almost all of them.
i'm saving all the ones with pink covers for last.
reading, reading, reading, that's all there is to do.
learn. not necessarily cram.
everyone wants to think that they need to memorize everything.
they need to get it stuck in their head like a jack lance spell.
no. they don't. their brains are wired different.
see, i recall. i ask questions.
i think. therefore i am.
i read, therefore i remember.
study with me. please.
i don't want to do it alone anymore.
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
