Books, books and more books. Hallways and walls of books
Just an endless maze of ink and paper
It felt like my mind, like I was walking through it. Endless rows of useless information, stacks and stacks of fictional fairy tales and far away places ill probably never see.
I walked down a row my hands lightly sliding on the wall
I don’t know what I was looking for, but I knew I was looking. I went down one row to be met my 3 more, this went on and until,
“There.”
I found it. On top of a pile was a large, thick, red book. I walked over and picked up
I held it in my hands just feeling the cover.
I slowly opened it only to find
It was empty.