Abby B.

Life as a book

I am a book

I wonder who will pick me up next

I hear my pages rustling

I want to dream big

I am an adventurous book

I pretend I am a hiker

I feel people’s hands, they’re really cold

I touch my pages

I understand I will never be perfect

I say, ”Read me, not the other books on the shelf.”

I dream to be a painter