Moment.

I live on my own but i am surrounded by writers, all books of description vying for my attention. I cast my eyes along the crooked case, and run my nimble fingers down their spines as if braille feeling for words. Which one of you will take me too my zenith of emotions, who will hold the compass and guide me to nirvana, or will trickery flicker like a dying candle to enlarge my shadow to choose for me. Let the breath of your words whisper as i flick through your body, until the pages stop then i will go back to being alone.