ANOTHER CLOSED BOOK...
I am always so damn' bitter on this journal...nothing good ever comes to me!!! I am so lifeless and depressed!!! Nothing or no one has captured my true interest or captured who I am. I am a closed book on the bottom shelf that keeps collecting dust while everyone reaches for the book on the top.
People used to collect old books because they were considered rare and antiques. NOW people go for the books that are actually worth more than just admiring, people want books that actually spark their attention. I am not one of those books. I AM NOTHING!!!
I am spineless and lifeless... there is no fantastic captivating story within my chapters... JUST GOOD OLE' PAIN its the name of the game.
Yeah I remember one time there was a boy who actually looked down at the bottom of the shelf. He was perplexed by title and reached for my spine to read the title. He actually found my title interesting! He was very intrigued and began to skimm the insdie of my text. He thought, "Well...what a challenging read!" so he bought my title from the second hand store for $3.50. Though he thought to himself that I was going to be a challenging read, he read me better than anyone ever had before. His flow was so smooth and consistent, he never stumbled over my words and the way he laid his hands across my pages was ever so gentle. Every so often he would delight me in moistening his finger tips to arrive at the next page. Once he was done reading my story I was placed on the top of his shelf. But he went back to the second hand store and he grew intrigued by other books and I was no longer the best seller on his list, soon after I was placed on the second, third, fourth and finally fifth shelf so that he could make more room for his other finds.
Now I sit on the bottom of his shelf, wishing he would remember the joy I bought him on those cold lonely days when no one was there and I capitivated his interest. Once in a while I rustle and fall out onto the floor, but it will be days until he places me back on the shelf and he no longer glances at my title the way he used to. NOW I AM JUST ANOTHER CLOSED BOOK!!!
People used to collect old books because they were considered rare and antiques. NOW people go for the books that are actually worth more than just admiring, people want books that actually spark their attention. I am not one of those books. I AM NOTHING!!!
I am spineless and lifeless... there is no fantastic captivating story within my chapters... JUST GOOD OLE' PAIN its the name of the game.
Yeah I remember one time there was a boy who actually looked down at the bottom of the shelf. He was perplexed by title and reached for my spine to read the title. He actually found my title interesting! He was very intrigued and began to skimm the insdie of my text. He thought, "Well...what a challenging read!" so he bought my title from the second hand store for $3.50. Though he thought to himself that I was going to be a challenging read, he read me better than anyone ever had before. His flow was so smooth and consistent, he never stumbled over my words and the way he laid his hands across my pages was ever so gentle. Every so often he would delight me in moistening his finger tips to arrive at the next page. Once he was done reading my story I was placed on the top of his shelf. But he went back to the second hand store and he grew intrigued by other books and I was no longer the best seller on his list, soon after I was placed on the second, third, fourth and finally fifth shelf so that he could make more room for his other finds.
Now I sit on the bottom of his shelf, wishing he would remember the joy I bought him on those cold lonely days when no one was there and I capitivated his interest. Once in a while I rustle and fall out onto the floor, but it will be days until he places me back on the shelf and he no longer glances at my title the way he used to. NOW I AM JUST ANOTHER CLOSED BOOK!!!