Books

My books more important Than life itself Without which i would surely die If all were to perish All humans, all animals All things of the worldly universe If they were to leave Leaving me alone forever As long as my books are their i'll survive No need for human contact No need to talk to others When they talk to me Through their magnificent words Life is bearable as long as They are with me Once they leave my side I have not the slightest idea On how to continue life How will I live without their glorious words their amazing binding the smell of it's ink and paper? How will I continue to live? The answer is easy and simple I WON'T