the end of my book

it’s like reading a book and getting to the last chapter. and you want to keep reading because you want to know what’s going to happen in the story. But then, at the same time, you hate to read more, you loathe to read more. because each word that you read, each page that you turn, brings you that much closer to the end of the story, to the end of the life and the world that you loved so dearly, a good-bye to the friends and lovers you’ve come to know so well. it is in the last chapter that we savour every clever metaphor, every beautiful description because we know that soon it will all come to an end, soon we will be thrust back into the real world.


here's to hoping this book will have a sequel.