I’m a collector I collect thoughts that live in books
Documented on paper
Prisoners looking for a way out
Through the mind of a reader
Not any reader
The reader that reads at every chance he gets
The reader that thinks of books when he’s away from them
The reader that can’t spend a week
Without a book
The reader who’s so hocked on books
That they replace drugs
The reader who finds therapy in books
In words and worlds
That only exists in his mind
The reader who writes.
They escaped.
I’m a collector
I collect humans
Some call them friends, but they mean
More then that
They can’t be just friends.
Friends come and go
Mine stay.
Through the worst of me
They stayed.
I keep them around
Surround them with a bubble
Of happiness and goodness
But reality comes in the way
Crush their dreams
Killed their spirit
They’re never the same again.
I’m a collector
I collect memories
Of days i wish not to forget
Of thoughts that found me
Of feelings i hold dear to me
Of people that left me with such energy
It’s impossible to forget them.
I’m a collector.