The book of self...

Ending chapters is like beginning new ends. In the reverse sense of giving life to grins. Friends take part in portions as the come n go. As words without tones capture the story verbally shown. Luv'rs tell tales of the heart n then the pages flip one by one. Finding a different scenario falling in n straight through luv. Pieces of self gained is through lessons made. Decisions written on paper is jotted down to be saved. In a read along that's lip syncing at ores finest. As highest of highs encounter the lows of being at times more than lifeless. In individual memories shared there's moments that define characters from character on display. Lost within the way fingers touch the surface holding letters together. Hope speaks as if a mute of wanting to last forever. In between each n every line there's a truth told in the fine print. The trick to a better ending is to actually live. To come alive with the way the tongue plays with the syllables before it's too late. Enjoying the flavor spiced up with a lil fun on the way it tastes.