Linden Street

I love books. Bookstores are my favorite places in the whole world (next to the woods. I saw a buck right outside my fence today...now that's poetry.) When someone writes a book, they pour a part of their life, their thoughts, their soul, into their work. So when you think about it, a bookstore is filled with pieces of souls. Some of the pieces are confused, some are bits of people's minds I really never wanted to see, but most are wonderful. Thoughts just come out better with some paper and ink. If you leave them bottled up inside too long, they'll get over crowded by other thoughts. And that's why, of course, some people go mad.