Emotions raw, I feel a lot like this book. Some pages are bent, others torn, a cover worn out from years of being passed by different hands. Many eyes have judged and claimed, “It’s not good enough” and tossed aside is now where it lays. Will there ever be a reader who sees it with a different light? A soul that can speak its secret language and explore the hidden talents within?

Lonely this book awaits, anticipating the arrival of someone new, hoping for it to be a kindred spirit, one who is a lover of words. One who is a lover of words written in between the book’s tattered seams.