#27

It's never been more apparent than when flipping through the old pages.
Fading, worn, torn.
Still ever so legible though.
Something brings me back to it every so often,
More often now than ever.

I would like to hide it away,
Tuck it away and hide it from the sunlight rising during the day.
Even if I would,
The book is bitter it won't leave me be.
No matter how many times I've read it.

I know it back and front.
Left to Right.
Upsidedown.
One day you will be put down.
Binded shut to keep you quiet.