Through The Pages
Upon these pages,
age to age,
what has not found it's place in some form or another within this story of life?
Written and rewritten,
you'd believe that fates hand would finally cramp as he keeps replicating his stories over and over again,
just to crumple up the sheet and toss it out of sight.
But here you stand in mid-sentence, introduced into this specific place within the story,
to be interwoven into the plot to dance upon these next few chapters with me,
stepping all around the words and syllables and punctuation points sprawled all out within this book.
Yes,
previous passages spoke of grand and passionate desire,
a love defined as unmistakably perfect....or at least that's what this character thought.
They jumped in here and there, having entire books produced just for them alone.
But they weren't the climax.
They were perfect at those specific moments they were introduced but the heart was young and foolish
....also very blind.
Mere obstacles,
mountains to climb,
lessons learned.
They were in fact just the authors way to build the story and bring the character to the turning point,
the place where the story starts to get really interesting.
You,
just you,
were penciled in at this specific place within these eternal archives.
Why?
To not just be another chapter, another name to list amongst the characters,
but to be the very person who gets to occupy the rest of this book with me, to not just be another mundane splot, but the dynamic character who will never be erased but will be with me until this book ends.
age to age,
what has not found it's place in some form or another within this story of life?
Written and rewritten,
you'd believe that fates hand would finally cramp as he keeps replicating his stories over and over again,
just to crumple up the sheet and toss it out of sight.
But here you stand in mid-sentence, introduced into this specific place within the story,
to be interwoven into the plot to dance upon these next few chapters with me,
stepping all around the words and syllables and punctuation points sprawled all out within this book.
Yes,
previous passages spoke of grand and passionate desire,
a love defined as unmistakably perfect....or at least that's what this character thought.
They jumped in here and there, having entire books produced just for them alone.
But they weren't the climax.
They were perfect at those specific moments they were introduced but the heart was young and foolish
....also very blind.
Mere obstacles,
mountains to climb,
lessons learned.
They were in fact just the authors way to build the story and bring the character to the turning point,
the place where the story starts to get really interesting.
You,
just you,
were penciled in at this specific place within these eternal archives.
Why?
To not just be another chapter, another name to list amongst the characters,
but to be the very person who gets to occupy the rest of this book with me, to not just be another mundane splot, but the dynamic character who will never be erased but will be with me until this book ends.