Quiet as it seems, I am noisy inside. Wordless, simply cause I can’t stop the flipping pages. Where do I start? I don’t know where to bookmark.  Slam the covers, and you lose the content inside. Chapter by chapter, like a rule to storytelling, It all builds then it slumps to an end. A single punctuation, changes the meaning. A fullstop or a questionmark? A constant debate.   This book remains, a book with expressions,  accumulating questions, locked away. Away from all judgements.