The smell enveloped me.
Old paper and ink
Peace
I sat down on my favorite spot hidden by shelves upon shelves holding old friends, and people I haven't discovered yet.
I watched people walk by, reading an old favorite or discovering a new one.
The mom forcing literature on her children.
The man that was looking too intensely at your chest.
The girl trying to hide her erotica from her family.
Then there's me, no one notices me, but I notice everyone.
I have a challenge for you, the next time you go to your safe place, look around.
Maybe you'll see me in someone there.
Oh and be careful, safe places are only as safe as they make you feel.
***
I swear I'm not a psychopath. This is just what I see when I got to the bookstore.
Kisses <3
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