No longer desiring to be human, an unidentified person dives into the world of novelization.
Stitch me up with words and ink, Between the pages, let the black sink, For I am a tale, One to be told,
Lest I become human and chink.
I am fragile, hold me tight between your pages, There, I can live for lifetimes, for the endless ages, Cover to cover, I shall be bound, Until the next reader comes around,
Never shall it occur to me the words are simple cages, Lest I become human, and chink.
and I so wanted more, this needs more and I was left hanging wanting more..so this is a good thing you had me hanging on, and yes I still want more..pls thank you curtsy bow