Unfinished Book

Reading a book, that was the feeling of knowing you. Page by page, the book was opened, leaved remembrances, summoned anxiety, actuated mind. Read me, you said. The more I read, the more I understand, the more questions I found. Reading sherlock holmes is not as complicated as it. I know you deserve more.

I absorbed in reading you, the unfinished book. Later you close the page, leaving bunch of pages I shouldn't read more. Giving the clue I never break. Bestow an image I never shade. Unfinished book, the shelf is waiting you.