"In print addiction"

I closed the last chapter…

…but with a little embroidered book mark in place..

A read through the book taught me nothing new. Yet, I decided to save the lesson. The end. The moral, as they called it in the olden days.
A gist of the story showed me no new hopes. Yet, I decided to preserve those thoughts. Save the expressions. Re-construct the incidents one day. Someday.
An understanding of the characters put no new perspectives on people. Yet, I decided to personify them. Give them the benefit of the doubt. Live with them.
A feel of the emotions bit me in no different a way. Yet, I chose to experience them. Benefit from them. Then throw them away.

It was time pass. A hobby for the bored. A friend on a warm sunny day by the beach. An excuse for those tears that came without reason. A way to look busy when eating alone. A happy thought when nothing but thoughts could cheer me up. An alibi for being occupied, when solitude was the only thing on my mind.

Some words remind you years later of all that you should’ve understood years ago. I still don’t get them.
Some books are just not worth opening and reading a second time round. But I still do it.
Some stories never make enough sense. However true.
Some people always remain characters. In an act. Unchanged. Unmoved.
Some bookmarks remain in their place forever. Collecting memories. Undiscovered.

As I put the book down on the table, thoughts blinding me, I know I will never try to understand it for a second time..

…it’s just another pretty book mark lost to time...and hope..