Me and Books
Book is not globe, it is a flat earth.
When my gaze fell on someone,
I landed on the cover of the book.
The eyes, nose, and a pair of eyebrows
made me walk on to one title,
reminiscing it letter by letter,When a conversation burst out,
the first page is opened,I wonder through the preamble,
whose POV that this story will turn out?
is it me? or God?while getting through waves,
sailing on the sea of fate,
I get so many fish I can get,
go on to the bigger horizonbut unlike the earth.
the book is not globe,
it is a flat earth,
and it has the last page
that I would definitely reach someday,Even if I read it hundreds of time and find something new,
The feeling will faded as I grow,The book is beautiful
it touched me, but it doesn’t grow with me,It is not a tree, that was created by the god,
but just a particle of the tree,
that peeled off, destroyed and pressed to become papers,
it’s already dead, before it told something.Then was picked up by human,
passively, fed up by human’s mind,
and packed up with human’s language,It’s always good for my brain,
not always, for my soul,and it would build you cage, if you don’t walk it over.
Because you got soul from the best teacher of life. Experience.
By using your five senses, bow down your head and walking your life.
