Unread.

It sat in a library

Untouched,

Under-appreciated,

Unread

A book just as good as any other,

But overlooked because of its appearance,

Ignored because of its past

A book

Tattered,

Torn,

Tortured

Containing a mind-boggling stench of cigarettes and rockstar,

But its aroma just as exquisite as the books made from the finest oak tree

A book that very few have truly read,

But its words have changed those who have

Luckily, I started its story

Although my biggest regret is that I did not finish

Damaged,

Imperfect,

But incredibly beautiful

Scarred, but fearless

Crazy to most, but sound underneath its rough edges

Its words were blurry,

Yet,

They changed my life

When I went to the library to read the book again,

My heart broke to see it was out of stock

It cannot be written,

It cannot be bought,

It can’t be found.

This book has been discontinued.

But by His immense and unending grace,

There will be time for another read.

(I love you Uncle Vladi, you will always be my rockstar. We'll see each other again<3)