We are mere books in the Mainstacks campus library.
Witholding treasures, feelings yet to give people, the reader, we hold a world within us for others to explore but never fully understand. In the masses we are pointless, shelves and shelves of hoarded paper…
But with the glance of a curious soul, a touch of a tender admirer… we come to exist once more.
It’s not that we seized to, but at that moment we exist in the world of the rader, a different dimension of self…
In silence, we are a book of silence, but when seen, when touched, when opened, we are unleashed. We must never look back, but become who we are meant to be.
It’s the looking back that holds us back.