I am currently re-reading my second favorite book.
I got a copy of it for my birthday
and I am writing all over it,
Blocking off paragraphs and pages
Scrawling in the margins little notes to myself
It seems like when I do this
then I become a part of the book
and not just the book a part of me.
The book becomes personalized,
an outward sign of the impression the words have left on my heart.
So when someone else reads the words I’ve written
and the phrases I have underlined
Then they see to my heart and my mind.
The second reader trespasses on my personal
heart and soul.
And that’s something deeper,
than the words themselves.