YOU SAY THAT YOU DON'T MISS ME ` open

[MICAH DONALD ASHFORD]

poe, shakespeare, cummings, whitman, huxley...the names, the titles, the words being read were almost more beautiful than the eyes that were reading them. micah had always had a weakness for books, a weakness that had made him pay attention in english and a weakness that had made it easier for him to suffer through all those medical textbooks he was forced to basically memorize in his four years of medical school. and it was because of this weakness for books that he found himself standing in the middle of bailey's books feeling like he had finally reached nirvana. after all, this was a three story book store that could keep him entertained and well-read for years upon years to come. it was only a miracle he hadn't bought every book in stock already.

his fingers gingerly brushed the spines of the books softly. books were the one thing in life he had always treated like precious gold, like fine china. he remembered his mother often told him that whatever girl he ended up falling in love with was going to have to compete for a place in his heart with his books - and he remembered telling her that it was no competition. the books would always come first. he had each of his books carefully organized on several different bookshelves at home, each one in almost perfect condition. he worked hard to make sure he didn't fold the pages, didn't damage the covers. he was damn near neurotic when it came to his books, and he really wasn't ashamed of that. after all, there was nothing in the world more valuable than fine literature.

he sifted through book after book after book, just looking for one to catch his eye. was he in the mood for a mystery or a science fiction novel? was he looking for philosophy or religious reading? was he interested in a fiction or nonfiction work? biography or autobiography? there were just so many options out there for him to choose from, and he thought to himself that if he didn't have to eventually go back to the hospital, he'd stand there forever. spend his time in a bookstore. standing forever in nirvana. it sounded like a pretty good plan to him.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, open
they’re all, word count
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ and here's open thread numero dos ”