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I like to look at


I like to look at life as if it were a novel full of adventures of sadness, happiness 

With love stories dancing in between

That these life stories would be full of pages that would make one laugh one page

And fall completely apart the next 

Her story would be magnificent 

Reminding me of beautiful constellations, the blue sky and waterfalls towering over their surroundings

Her's would smell like old history books cracked and tearing at the seam

The ink in her pages would scribble her story from one side to the next

Her's would show me the beautiful side of life filled with laughter and tears of joy

It would show me all of the light in the darkness

Out of every book in the library I woulkds always choose hers to take off the shelf to read

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