sometimes,

pain can only be
understood when it’s read
in between the lines
as our minds try to comprehend
it for the hundrenth millionth time
and we are left speechless,
dumbfounded,
our hearts
rendered
indifferent

is it too much to say
I don’t care anymore

Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity… We cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access reassurance.

A.E Newton