Nothing Is Important

It is not important. I passed a bookstore. I dropped in. I didn’t have a list of books in mind. In a brief of time I saw a book, thinking that it was interesting. I would have never know if I hadn’t bought the book and I hadn’t read it through and in the end I found myself love the book.

It becomes trivial if I saw it in a bookshop, picked it up, read a few pages, and put it away, left the shop, and went home. I don’t even think about it again.

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One response to “Nothing Is Important”

  1. Qing says :

    Feel tired?

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