I could have been ambling through piles of worlds yet unexplored and there I was staring at the vulgarity of the hackneyed human lives, wasted on trivial pursuits who know not the joy of meeting and discovering such places and people that  exist only within the bounds of paperback and can only ever breathe within our minds every time we enchant the words.Alas I have nothing but pity for the poor unenlightened souls who will die without ever knowing the thrill of turning a page ,turning to a new adventure .
I can caress my wounds with the stories still in me but I worry for those who bleed in vain unbeknownst of the marvels they have missed.


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