love with the words.....
We are all a volume on a shelf of a library,
a story unto ourselves,
never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands.
A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem,
or as bad or good,
as vulnerable or as strong,
as sweet or as feisty;
we are thickly layered,
page upon lying page,
behind simple covers.
And love -
it is not the book itself,
but the binding.
It can rip us apart or hold us together.
till next time...the princess xx