Library of My Mind
July 23, 2006 by alex0825
In the library of my mind, books are laid end to end, from floor to ceiling, and every vital passage is marked and traceable in a heart’s whim.
In the library of my mind, it is perpetually afternoon, the time of siestas and lazy poring over pages and pages. While the world is indulgently indolent, my thoughts would be racing and I’d be flying, for hours and hours without even getting up.
The library of my mind would be located ….
