Oct 13, 2025
Confessions of an open book.
IIII.
I am an open book,
With pages glued shut
To keep the story gentle—
To spare you,
To spare myself.
For a long time,
It felt like peace.
A neat ending.
A quiet spine.
But now,
My fingers hover over the sealed edges,
And i wish i knew how to open them again—
How to let someone read
What even i can’t recall in full.
The glue has aged into silence.
It holds fast,
Even as i soften.
Still, some nights,
I press the book to my chest
And imagine
What it would feel like
To turn every page.
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