I am no book cover.

I am pages in flight.

I am chapters of words, though no one chapter defines me.

Like the elephant to the three blind men,

one’s interpretation of me depends upon in chapter what you know me.

In totality I am a coagulation of those chapters, those pages, those words.

I remain unbound.

I am a story still being told.

You cannot judge me by the cover.

You cannot know me by the summary inside.

I am thoughts, to words, to pages fluttering free from type to print.

I am no book cover.

Creative writing by me you might also enjoy:

‘My Book of Words‘

‘The End of The Day‘

For more of me you can find me at ‘I’m an Optimist, I’m a Glass Half Full Gal‘.