The Reading

I was reading
something
it’s his eyes
today
that I read

don’t put genre
cause no genre ever
would fit
all the feeling
you feel
when you read
his eyes

you can call it
a journey full of crazy adventures
with pirates and monsters
and hydras and dragons
and behemoths and ogres
one absurd knight
carrying a big heavy cavalry sword
with a curved blade
and a single cutting edge
save the tortured fairies
beat the beasts
and that evil Crown behind the dreary fortress
don’t give him any mercy

but then the next page you turned into
you would want to call it
a contemplation of all
your deepest philosophical thoughts
your thoughts about life
about the existence
about the humankind
about the truth
about the false
all piling up
questions
leaving you
searching

yet don’t expect
that it’s the end
of your reading
care to turn into the next page
and you might want to cling it
to the category
of a simple romantic love story
where you can see
all the lovers’ glee
holding hand
real tight
feeling no need to even say anything at all
but yet they smile to each other
contently

no no no
you’re not finished yet
it’s not the end
of your reading
there are still lots of things left
leaving you feeling mystified
bewildered, exhilarated,
thrilled
addicted

and today
I just realized
that no matter how hard I tried
to finish my reading
before the time brought me
to the end of the day
I always failed
and how I couldn’t wait until tomorrow
to continue reading.


Wed, 270405
1040 PM
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