roguemind

You come and you go and I am still here.
Not a chance, this book is to odd for you anyways. Go on. Go read something easier and simpler with a much prettier cover. Another day untouched sitting here on this shelf will not change me. I will just be a little older and still a much better story then the book in your hands. But at least you are safe right? Nothing complex and easily predicted. I will not be be sad. You looked like you might be interested in the title. But it was the cover was it not? The average worn and nothing special cover that send you on down the shelf. Or off to a different store completely. But that title. Its still there in the back of you head. You hardly notice and rarely care. But I know it is there. Did you ever then that the cover was made like this through no choice of my own? Or better yet. Maybe it was made this way on purpose. But what purpose? Could you even come close with a guess? No, you will not. You would not even give the time to guess. To many easier ways out. No challenge but so guessing. I could have made my cover this way to give you less to be distracted by. Did you ever think of that? Probably not. This cover was made to guide you. To give you a little nudge in the right direction. Look deeper it says. The cardboard and words on the outside cannot compare to the life inside. Yet you walked on to something else. Something better? I doubt it but then again I do not claim to know everything. You more then likely could not understand my journey anyways. So walk on almost friend. Move on to your something better and leave me here on this wobbling shelf to collect more dust and to be pass by many more readers. You could not understand me anyways.