• There is nothing more appealing to me then the floppy yellow pages or the smell of an old book. I love the way the page crinkles when I turn it, almost as if it is trying to tell me the story hidden behind its heavy covers. The way the hard cage feels between my hands; the cage of the story that wants to be told. Who knows what’s hidden behind those doors, could be a tale of peril, a boy at sea, maybe a sleeping princess or a story of true love. The mysteries appeal to me. What will I find? Will he die? Will she live? I love the feeling of my think tongue when I read. Because I know that swelling on the tip are the millions of words that I am reading, Breathing, Soaking in. The feeling is so strong and present that I feel as if I could fly, it’s as if I’m in another world. As if I'm away from the anger and sadness away from it all. People say it's just a phase and that I'll grow out of it. This Love I have, this love for fine print. But I say they are wrong. I will continue to grow with this love and I can’t imagine a time for it to cease, because I know the secrets between the pages. I know all that I will truly ever need. There are things I can tell you but you will never truly know. I can tell you that the sky is blue but you won’t truly know why, the same goes for the grass being green. There is one way to acknowledge it all. So listen to me. Read the book, expand the knowledge. There is so much to learn yet you have so little time. The key to eternal life is possible and has been achieved. You just need to learn to love the floppy yellow pages or the smell of an old book.