To The Book Theif,
I did not address you as 'Dear' or 'Dearest' for Death is not meant to be dearer than life. I am at short of words to describe my fear of Death but so unknowingly have I found home in this Death's creation. Not always Death has to be feared of, for it comes when destiny decides. The black clouds of fear may overcast my head but my heart would remain always amidst the words of these pages, yes your pages. I don't know exactly if it's really possible for a theif to fall in love with another theif. Ah! I find you and me so relatable - you are a theif in secret, while I'm one in public! No, not a robber of artefacts and other things but of poems! Yeah, I just get into any trouble for the sake of reading a poem. I have so many times torn pages from the books of my school library to serve my own purpose. You may call me selfish, but you, for me would always remain as selfless as the fallen leaves in autumns, to serve music - the notes of melodies while letting themselves be crushed. Ah! What beauty lies in that one phrase, "How about a kiss, saumensch?"
The sight of Death thrice in a lifetime did not scared Liesel for she was born to be a butterfly, a book theif, a reader, a writer.
How happily did Death rescue you from the bomb!
So, beautiful you must have felt, or perhaps a bit odd too? I don't I think I can understand that feeling, for that's rare. To be acknowledged by the one who is least knowledged about us!
Not that I'm saying that I'm superior but truly from the bottom of my heart, I think myself so lucky of millions to be provided a chance a meet you, my love. #yqmuse#aestheticthoughts#restzone#bookite#ireadiwrite#ethereal_envelopes
