You pull on me like a drug. I'll never go cold cause I don't wanna give you up,
-I Got U, Blake Lewis
I love the feel, the smell, the weight of a new volume. The depth of historys uncounted and unnoticed. No one reads the same thing or sees the same delicate embrodary on the written sleeve. I love the soft fabric of a hardbound, the deep sound it gives at a gentle closing. One word leads to two and then two more when only one was an original. And who would I be if I was not everyone I have ever read or written?
"like grey skies before the rain, before that final morn, and I fail so hard; so well"
Look to the beauty in grey skies and the pheonix in the coulds...
Always,
~Kitty