there's something about the way light hits the shelves in used bookstores that makes me feel less alone. like all those stories waiting to be found again are keeping a kind of silence that says you're not the only one searching for something.
there's something about the way light hits the shelves in used bookstores that makes me feel less alone. like all those stories waiting to be found again are keeping a kind of silence that says you're not the only one searching for something.