Stick it together with the tape,
The tape of love,
The sticky stuff.
I love paper.
Expecially thick magazine paper,
The smell that wafts from the bound pages makes me feel warm and happy inside.
I also love books.
I love how lost you can get between the words and find yourself submerged into a new reality.
A reality that is often better than your own reality.
Even when the book ends, the story is still with you.