Vellichor (n.)
The strange wistfulness of used bookshops
In this abditory of mine, I keep all the reveries that not all have the key to enter.
Musings that I dream about in broad daylight, fantasies that consume my thoughts, all of these are here, hidden from the prying eyes.
Even if my imagination prances around, aflame in effervescence, never satisfied in stagnancy, diverse in vagarious characters, I have one consistency.
You.
You are my one undeviating muse, the center. You are the key.
Will you open it?
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