"At times I believed that the last
page of my book and the last page
of my life were one and the same,
that when my book ended, I'd end
a great wind would sweep through
my room carrying the pages away,
and when the air cleared of all those
fluttering white sheets the room would
be silent, the chair where i sat would be
empty."
page of my book and the last page
of my life were one and the same,
that when my book ended, I'd end
a great wind would sweep through
my room carrying the pages away,
and when the air cleared of all those
fluttering white sheets the room would
be silent, the chair where i sat would be
empty."
