The Books

There they sit, nice and neat, row upon row upon row. I let them in, let them breed, let them multiply. Now they outnumber me a thousand to one, or so it feels. They tower over me, surround me, watch me sleep, watch me change, watch me do nothing. Sit and wait is all they do. Perfect little predators they are, so alluring. No need to hunt or seek out prey, it comes to them. They are leeches sucking away your time and energy. Feeding you ideas, manipulating you, changing you. Filling you with joy, happiness, and ecstasy; simultaneously drowning you in fear, despair, and pain. Love and hate wreak havoc as they battle within you. Finally, they lift you a place of enlightenment; all is well, all is right. When suddenly, they rip the magic carpet right out from under you and your fragile face meets concrete reality.