Written but unread

The pile of books by my bedside grows, less time would go to waste if I could just travel endlessly and read as I move from place to place.

There are so many more titles on bookshelves, I ache for when I’ll be able to unword their mysteries.


traveling from cities to countries takes more money than i have, but there are universes and dimensions to explore in books and that is something i can afford my mind


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