When the book ends…

Books are good friends of mine, but they are very finite friends. Again, today, that bothered me.

The book helps to define life for you, share ideas, entertain and maybe even enlighten a little on the human condition, but then it ends.

You can go back, learn more in depth, learn what you missed before, gain nuisance, all that good stuff, but there is nothing new, per say. The friendship has reached the depth and breadth of its existence and the story is over.

I’m looking at what promises to be a good book, sitting here patiently on my desk, waiting to be known and I swear, part of me is putting off starting because then I will have to finish.

Oh my!

Lately (and it may have to do with it being in the top 20 or 40 or whatever right now and therfore playing constantly on the radio!) all I seem to hear is this song in my head. Not my theme-song, yet. It’s too popular, but maybe this is part of my healing, self realization, psycho-babble path…

Not that I am afraid of the book I am reading, ending, but that I am still unwritten.

Yep-per. Full up on Crazy here!

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten ,yeah

Oh, oh

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines, oh yeah
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way oh, oh

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips x2 (twice)
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live you life with arms wide open
Today is where you book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
(YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!)