July 6, 2016
One's heaven is anothers' hell. I am in a book. It is in flames. It is frozen. The book is looked upon with disdain. It is not considered while people are thinking of reading it. It closes its covers. Its covers cannot be opened for the asking. It is not kept for anyone out there. It is kept for me. I am in here. I am in the book. I am the book. I am out there, as well, watching. I cannot change this book. It changes me. I am at the mercy of its fire and ice. My magic.