Light

Companionship is like a flame on a candle
The more you try to grasp hold of it with you fingers,
the more it flickers out of them.
It is not stable nor is it strong.
And if you insist on gasping it,
it dies on you.

I like books. They may be opened or closed, and it really is difficult to form judgment based on just the cover or the first few paragraphs. You have to really spent time and effort to read and understand in order to properly come up with your point of view regarding the story it tells. Books do not lie, they tell the truth as it is. Everything is written out in black and white and is self-explanatory most of the time. They may not be simple, and you may have to work the words out to find out the meaning behind certain inconspicuous sentence, but it provides greater fun than things that has no meaning or simply refuses to be meaningful. Books are lonely things, they sit in a cabinet with all other books waiting for someone to come along and pick them up. They know themselves so well, but their real desire is to be known by others, but as it is, hampered by their lack of communicative tools, they are consigned to just be read.

I feel like a book.