"The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of the paper under the fingertips was what magic felt like."
Author: Emma Donoghue, 'Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins'
it's like having your own library, a library lined with shelves upon shelves filled with your memories.
it's like having your own poem, poems that when glued together become a treasury of sort, a treasury filled with your hopes.
it's like having pretty lined paper that can only be found in the diary hidden under your pillow, a diary filled with your dreams.
the library. the poem. the diary. the memories. the hopes. the dreams.
it is here, here where you keep your magic.