This is something I've written because I just wanted to express my appreciation for books.
My leaves started falling, my skin is slowly peeling. My whole body is unraveling, and from the inside I am dying. I need to be in the hands of someone loving, who will look at me, tenderly caring. Would you be that person who will keep me from completely vanishing?
I, who have already endured a thousand years, am now slowly being forgotten. The black marks on me that were once as clear as the stars in the night sky, are now just like fading moonlights at dawn. My spine which was once as hard as stone, is now just as brittle as a fish’s bone. My skin, once as soft as velvet and satin, is now ragged, torn and worn thin. My body, my whole essence, sluggishly deteriorating.
Today, your world is crawling with all things modern. Things that have already replaced me. Faster, better, stronger. How ironic that you are able to do that because of me. Because of what I contain. Because of what I so easily gave. Because of what you so eagerly took. You can say that it is my fault. I am slowly dying because of me. But you, all of your kind, are the catalyst.
You let yourself be blindedly imprisoned in a gilded cage, mistaking it for a beautiful house. But can’t you see? That is where the root of evil lies. It’s gadgets and gizmos galore. It’s looking at the face of a once far-fetched future. But it is also throwing away the history. It’s turning your back to the past. It’s not just me, can’t you see? It is also the evanescence of humanity.
You can still save me. You can still save yourself. You can still save humanity. I’m begging you to help me live. A thousand years is not enough to fulfill the purpose of my existence. Eternity is what something like me needs. Forever should be the span of life a book like me. Please save me. Save me for eternity.
