Books

Sink down
in that oversuffed
puffy armchair
that you've always
been meant
to sit on
and open a book
a window
to a world unlike your own
a little piece
of life itself
it's pages are worn
the corners dog-eared
from all the places
where people had to 
unfortunatly
stop and be distracted
read slowly
and let the words
sink in
and flow through
your absorbing
sponge-like mind
let each sentence
make a movie
inside your head