Paperbacks, Hardbacks, and eBooks.
Their white pages remind us,
of the person in the mirror,
before a few words changed our very lives.
You find escapism in the printed.
What a profound impact ideas can have on us all,
whether they be fictional or reality.
To books, they are everything.
The taste of a fresh baked peach pie,
or the way the snow flurries in the winter.
Writers have a responsibility.
We entrust in them without knowing,
and in moments of darkness,
we lean on them without permission.
How impolite of us all?
To the many, I say thanks.
To myself, I smile awkwardly.
The world is a far better place with writers,
whether you wish to argue or not.
They transform our hearts,
and leave them,
more whimsical than before.
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