28 May 2012
(A journey through the art of literature)
I sit down, Relaxation spreads all over my body and interest beats the frown. A book is sitting in front of me, There must be something inside of it and I want to see! Page after page, sentence after sentence and paragraph after paragraph, I stopped and realized that the other half was missing, I'm not going to laugh. I see a young boy, introduced himself to Jim Hawkins, He, I mean, we study the doodling on multiple napkins. A coal-black raven flies in, squawking 'Nevermore,' Mr. Issac Newton's apples roll on the floor, Pounds of money stolen by Robin Hood are given to the poor. I shrink to the size of a mouse, Now I'm no bigger than a louse. The Cheshire Cat smiles at me and I begin to sprout. I am way bigger than a trout. A deformed man grabs me by the hand, Pulling onto ropes and it is ground that I want to land. Falling down, down, down, down, Water what catches and misses me, I begin to drown. Hitting on to the sea ground, I suddenly wake up and I looked around. I realized that everything was a dream, Imagination can be crazy as it seems. That will be my philosophy, I close the book softly.
Art Of Literature • Opuss № I