Counterparts
Counterparts by CL I found him in the back corner Of a dark and forbidden room. The subtle light shone on him, Although I was afraid to go near. Slowly, maybe too slowly, I followed the ray of light. I picked him off the dusty shelf. He was old and worn, His binding peeling away. Five hundred and thirty-two waterlogged pages, Resting on dried glue. My fingerprints quickly appeared on his cover, Interrupting an even layer of dust. I was locked in, I could no longer hide the fact that I had entered the dim room. I was scared, I was vulnerable. My trembling fingers opened the front cover. His pages were crisp, But not tattered. They had been touched by many, But his words were left unscathed. My fingers stroked the first sentence, My eyes followed onto the next. His thoughts became a part of me, As I flipped from page to page. I was taken away, Swept into another world. Reality was distant, I could see in the shadows. I sa