Words On A Page:

Corners of you are dusty. Like an old Robert Frost book that has carved out a groove of dust on a bookshelf with too many books to dust often enough. You know the book well. There are pages dog-eared with creases that will never flatten again. There are scribbled notes in half-inch margins which at the time seemed vital enough to mark a perfectly good book. There are chapters that are long and weary, making it difficult to conquer. Corners of yourself are dusty. The creases that will never again flatten and be new, have begun to tear. Someone chooses the book and the dust is disturbed. Particles that can only be seen through afternoon light beams fall to the floor and find a new place to rest. Nothing will ever be as perfect as Frost in its groove of dust on the undisturbed bookshelf. Corners of you are dusty and in the right moment, the dust can be disturbed leaving feelings that have yet to be charted. I need you to take the book, the dusty book. And please if you do.... just read.



by: LMS