Thursday, January 2, 2014

Pages

Its use to thrill me.
The feel of crisp white with black lettering.

Even as a kid,
I always beloved that white felt like pages.
Green felt like grew.
Yellow the sun.

Now that technology has moved in.
The feel of pages has drifted.
I write evn now on a tablet reader.

I don't prefer it.
Its just convenient.

I hold books high above all else.
They take me to that world Ill never be apart of.

These pages are my life line.
Crisp white.
Perfect place to put a story.

Musings of a girl reading

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