• Seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years.. Time itself relates to the words in a book to me. Letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, chapters.. Moments of a life that I can only look back and remember. For some life is simple.. reading a book chapter by chapter each day.. but for others, like myself, the pages of a book seem to fly by.. and as we read the last sentence that ends our story, we look back.. at a loss as to how it all had passed us by so quickly. there are books of every story.. love, fear, betrayal, hatred, and hope.. so many kinds and each so different none could list them all in a life time.

    Even the words of each story, how things are said and in which emotion they are portrayed, share bits of the people they have been born from.. be they of truth or a story imagined, each book is important.. just as each life, good or bad, has dreams and thoughts of a different place or time. In the end.. thoughts, dreams, hopes, fears, desires, memories... love itself, are just words on a page. All that matters is, how many people you let read your story.