BECAUSE WE SHOULD ALL READ A LITTLE MORE

I want to be the book that sleeps beside your bed, the one you reach for when youcannot find the backs of your eyes and paint with your own ink to highlight thesentences that highlighted something inside you.  The bent pages and water damagedspine and the ring of brown where your coffee mug couldn't help but sit when theskin on your fingers couldn't handle the heat any longer.
 
I want to be the sound, that sound I am sure every person on every planet makesbut no one will ever make quite like you, when you stretch your body as faras it will stretch in the morning.  That soft mix of moan and squeal as youbend the sleep from your weary bones and remind them that they were built forbeing vertical no matter how much they love the feeling of lying down.I wonder how it’d feel to be your favorite song?

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