book....
Black and white, black on white go the tiny spiders, the black little lines...Words words that ring. Words that smell. Words that shine. Words words!
Damn you, words! Damn you! Why can't you swallow me forever? Why can't I melt in your black ink, oh books? Why can't we...
Anger. Anger is writting those words. Well does everybody know (*glares at self*) that words are but a frail shield, a thick blanket.
Some days they seem to have so much power. Yes they have. Then, how does one flee their power? By flinging oneself on books and clutch them, read them until one becomes a wraith?
But then but then...
Calling they are.
Damn you, words! Damn you! Why can't you swallow me forever? Why can't I melt in your black ink, oh books? Why can't we...
Anger. Anger is writting those words. Well does everybody know (*glares at self*) that words are but a frail shield, a thick blanket.
Some days they seem to have so much power. Yes they have. Then, how does one flee their power? By flinging oneself on books and clutch them, read them until one becomes a wraith?
But then but then...
Calling they are.
posted by transparency @ 9:39 e.h.
1 Comments:
At 1:36 f.h.,
Andy said…
Words can be very powerful Merlin, words can start a war, and words can end one.
And...
*wry grin*
A good book can be the greatest temptation on earth.
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