JacksonHaskamp
We are insignificant in the predetermined fate of this world. Yet we possess emotions so strong we can barely contain them. How can this be?
The pages are empty, but the spaces between them are filled with a story no one could possibly read in a lifetime. The story of all the in betweens, don't matters, and neverminds of a life. All are wasted by the author because he was too afraid to write what he wanted, too afraid to open up about his true feelings. His rich tale is in reality a blank, boring book. All because of this.