The Library

I love the library. I went today to get lost in something bigger than myself. When I get to the library I feel the words flow into me. I find it inspiring.

I often head for the biography section. Something about reading others tell their thoughts and secrets makes me feel alive. I feel like their friend or confidant. I feel liki I am sharing life with them. I get lost in their story and it all feels familiar.

I cry with them, laugh with them, love with them. I become excited as they lean in and whisper their inner most thoughts.

Today I saw so many names...people I didn't recognize and I thought...someday I will be here on a shelf. I will be whispering my thoughts and secrets to a stranger who will then come alive as I do. I cannot wait. Someday my life will be allowed to be focused on the things I have written. The things that make me smile and cry and laugh and long for. Someday, someone will read my words and they will feel as I do when i read someone else's.

Someday a piece of me will live here in the library.