There are several books on my shelves that I have not yet read.
Some I started and never finished.
I'm looking at you Ayn Rand.
Henry Miller.
I don't feel so bad because I know that Chuck Palahniuk has never read a single thing I've written.
I've at least read seven of his books. He owes me.
Taking up space in my life. Haunted. Snuff. Pygmy.
These stories I have not yet read.

If all of my friends' lives are books.
If all that I know is fiction.
If we're all stories being told by an author.
I wonder how often I appear as the antagonist,
how many languages I am told in,
am I part of a trilogy,
is my author famous,
what chapter are we on right now?
I wonder how many copies of my life will never be read.

04/04/2012

Author's Note: This is a lame attempt. I'll definitely come back to this idea later. It's been a busy day and I barely spent five minutes on this. Oh well.

Posted on 04/05/2012
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