To War And Peace

            There’s something when I hold you that makes me feel good inside, and it’s not because you make me look impressive in the eyes of others. I don’t know how an unread book can give me such an immediate, physical pleasure, but you do. Your wrinkled spine and innumerable yellowing pages hold the lifeblood of heroes and villains, but all my mind wants is to feel through my fingers as they flip each page and in turn release the potion-like smell of great books. Soon I will turn to scrutinizing my way through your story within, but not just yet.