Obsession

In another life books framed my days. I slept with them, dreamed about them, woke to their presence stacked by the bed and in various corners throughout the house, read them, handled them, discussed their merits with friends, knuckle-drinking buddies, strangers, relatives, and even enemies. Traced my fingers slowly down their spines, some identified by odor alone, others by weight and feel. Bought, sold, cleaned, lent, skimmed, traded, gave, borrowed, collected, repaired, preserved, received. Traveled to acquire more, returned home to find others still languishing in never-opened, partially read.

SM: Hello to my girlcrush/inspiration, Zel tejado⬀⭆🔂 and for those who requested a song composition for her, we`ll heed it soon!!!!!!