23 September 2012
There's a strange satisfaction with finishing a book. Line lives are over, although breaths they never took. And with that satisfaction is a even weirder sorrow, As every desire to finish the pages, within the last few... go. Like the hollow unwillingness to give up a friend... Or to put them on a shelf and declare it "The End" But it has to be done, the story has to finish... At least we'll have the memories, they'll never diminish.
©Odd
Line Lives • Opuss № I