I can still remember that day once upon time, when the clouds rolled free in the sky and there was no limit to where my mind can lead me. I remember that summer my grandfather gave me that book, that beautiful but accursed book, with its leather cover and the gold stitch flax flower climbing the spine. The book had no name and was blank except for the single sentence on the first page saying "Fear illusions more than reality itself". I had asked my grandfather, "Where are all the words?" He simply responded "This book was made to store a person's greatest dreams, this book was meant to be given to person of a true heart and strong will." Not knowing the meaning of the message he had just given me I just smiled and ran off to my secret place. I spent endless summers in my secret place, my secret world where I read all the books my grandfather had given me, but not that day, that day I spent trying to do with this wordless book and that’s when I found the title where the quote once was, this book was the "Book of Dreams" and underneath the title was a blank line with the word "By" in front of the line and in parenthesis the words "your name". As soon as I finished writing my name in the best handwriting a twelve year old can have.
 cheljur · Sun Aug 29, 2010 @ 06:56pm · 0 Comments |
