I see the rough, dusty, elderly wood bookshelves
The books’ fantasy world’s hidden inside those rusty shelves
The smell of coffee overtakes my nose, and my insides melt with warmth
The candle wickers as I turn the page, awaiting what’s to come
I delve into that place in my mind, the place where I want to escape and forget my life’s fears and problems
The comparison to life and the book itself is incredible and unexplainable
Such a small item to contain life, emotions, feelings, detail, depth
So we strive to see the littlest things in life as the biggest
We strive to use our books to take us to that place, that one special place.
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