I'm a secret hidden in a box. A mystery hidden in the wind. The voice that haunts your dreams. The flavor you can't live without. The drug that defines addiction. I am the opposite of love and an absorber of hate. I am the eyes that look at anothers test for the answers and also the teacher with the answer sheet. I am tortured by love. Stalked by love but I continue to run until I fade away and no longer able to be seen in the midst.
Delicious, delectable, scrumptious, dreamy, perfect, round with no sound.
Books. Mya Angelou