Just 26 letters

Just some pieces of paper

Just some ink.

 

It’s not though

It’s art

It’s expression.

 

I breathe those 26 letters

I breathe those pieces of paper

I breathe that ink.

 

Books make me who I am

Books have carved my heart

Books have been imprinted on my soul.

 

They give me hope

They make me sad

The break me.

 

They are what I love

They are what I need

They are what I can’t live without.

 

 

My blood is made from their black ink

My skin is made of their paper

My heart is made of those 26 letters.

 

They can build a world

They can destroy it just as easily

They can rebuild it if they want to.

 

They can give imaginary people life

They can take that life

They can resurrect it.

 

They are the end all

They are the rule all

They are the gods.

 

They seem so simple

They seem so plain

They seem so dull.

 

They are complex

They are my friends

They make me want to live.