I watch my reflection in the mirror long time and tell me that all my worldly journey through the story is that written somewhere in the great book of souls. I am a chapter in an old book in the library infinite life where you go, the smell of paper and dust surrounds you forgotten memories, your eyes wander over the shelves hungry and fearful looking for something, something that can fill gaps in pages your book. And of all the many mine just choose a small and insignificant book with covers dusty and worn by time. Among the yellowed pages lie the thoughts and dreams, moments, days, years and stories, some happy others saddest. Somewhere a page is incomplete, do not stop, do not worry, and there probably write that page bears your mark. Another page has a bent corner, do not be afraid someone was not very attentive, I tried to fix it remained bent mark. Come on in, read, or just browse, but do not break the unwritten pages, as many are, more or less. Do not look for answer, questions will be put, maybe its too early or too late, you will not be useful. I dust the covers, I look better in the old garment, and no, I do not doubt any page, each sign left me shrinking powers. Im just one chapter from a dusty old book on a shelf in the library infinite life and are hard to decipher put me back on the shelf.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 07:46:23 +0000
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