People are always staring at me. For hours at a time sonetimes. I don't feel uncomfortabl. I just speak to some people so easily it's effortless. That makes sense since I've always been an open sort of noun. But sometines the evil people will shove me in an overcrowded backpack. My limbs will bend,but not break. I will scratch, but not bleed. I can take you farther than yoiur wildest dreams.
To be a Book
October 19, 2008