I am a library.
My mind is full of countless stories and vivid imagery.
The many spaces of it filled with deep, dark and uninvited areas- areas that contain shelves I would never touch.
They are ever so dusty- filled with stories outlining death, drama, and disgust.
The biggest catalog I contain,
are stories of other stories.
Stories of my favorite authors, stories of brilliant poets, and stories of amazing values.
These stories bring the light to all my darkness.
These stories help plant a seed of knowledge,
in which the waterfall of new stories will help the seed grow and nourish itself.
My library is the beating heart of my body,
with stories that give my mind and soul it’s flesh and flavor.
I am my library. I am the librarian to my library. No one can take that away from me.