My bookshelves are overflowing,
spilling over and novels stacked up upon themselves.
I just tore through a lovely lovely masterpiece When We Collided
Yesterday, I bought another comicbook to add to my collection
There are so many many words
and yet never enough.
No matter how beautifully strung together they cannot describe a person
or a memory to the fullest.
I can describe how I feel just a little happier when
I see all the spines of my beloved books
and knowing that parts of my soul are tucked in between their pages
kept safe for when I need to return to what shaped me.
I can describe how I almost cried on the second to last page
of being a hidden observer of Vivi and Jonah’s lives.
I can describe how I feel when my eyes flicker across the detail drawn page
and emotion driven speech bubbles that reflect concepts of
heroism, passion, sacrifice, humanity, responsibility.
And yet it will never be enough.
It is one of God’s greatest gifts to communicate,
some of us are better than others;
there are so many many words,
but there will never be enough.