Beginning
Many people nowadays don’t enjoy reading. I can’t lie and say that reading is all I do, because I don’t. When I have the overwhelming appetite to read, I am quite particular about the book I pick up. It has to have an air about it that gives shivers down my spine. A book with the power to crumble my bones to bits. When I read, it is an otherworldly experience. Each book leaves me with a new sense of purpose, a new outlook. Each new chapter I read, I feel my heart slowly get heavier to the brink of collapse. Every word I eat, every line I drink, brings me closer to the end. An end I will soon reach, just before he comes to scythe me away, the veil will be lifted and I will be able to close my eyes in peace.
Please, if you find nothing out of this book, at least let it bring you solace in those desperate days. At least think of it when your heart is weighing you down. Let me hug your frame with my language, give you a kiss through my words. Let me comfort you in the times you have no one.
Please, let me love you with all the curves of my letters and with all the aching longing of my heart.
