You see the book sitting there, yet you keep cleaning around it. You know if you pick it up, you’ll become engrossed by the words written within. You know the author, the characters, the landscape.
Eventually you stop. You reach for it, scan the introduction while getting comfortable.
A few chapters in, it becomes all too familiar.
You know how the story plays out before you turn the page. In your mind, you see it all happening. You go from feeling everything to complete detachment and back again.
Sometimes you skip ahead, sometimes you go back, but slowly you realize that you’re holding on to the same page. Re reading the same paragraphs over and over. That page alone, is what the story is all about.
It’s your Biography. Filled with pictures and memoir’s. Laughter, love and hidden truths jump from the pages. You travel back in time, your minds eye watching it all over again. You pause, replay, fast forward and stop.
Still, you find yourself, grasping tightly to that one page. Torn between ripping it out, crumbling it in your hands, setting it on fire till the ashes blow away or lovingly smoothing it out, bookmarking the page because without it the story goes away.
Aug 15,2016. 4:24am
