"I am not frightened by the words that fall from the pages of the books on my shelves. The knowledge and power that vibrates and flutters as a moths wings by the light of a candle, as I turn from one page to the next.
The feel of the paper rough between my forefinger and thumb makes me shudder as I cling like a cocoon to a wall, onto to every word that lies before me.
Smoke passes through a keyhole as fast as time gone by, I question myself on what I have learnt and wonder on the knowledge that lies in wait for me in my years to come.
Writing and the ability to write more...
