I read a book about me and
Caught a glimpse of community.
Humans have always loved seeing our stories reflected back at us:
Then, it was cave paintings on the wall, now it is IMAX 3D.
I get my representation from books.
Hard Cover cradles where ideas are born; words take their first steps and stumble into
sentences, celebrate their birthdays every chapter, and graduate into stories.
Each page becomes a mirror
In a fun house.
I am coddled by an entourage of my own contorted reflections; The crowd of me leers through
the smoke and mirrors that have distorted our stories for too long and for once
I feel seen.
My Heaven is a library filled with stories I exist in and books free of
The thought, the feeling, or the word
Invisible.
