"There was once a boy...

Who lived in a world where everybody owned a book. And when I say that I mean EVERYBODY owned one, whether they liked it or not, whether they liked to read or not, whether they were literate or not. But now, this boy here, had two. I guess that made him kind of weird in some ways. One book was filled with many things, but nobody read it. The other was empty, but hey, he could write whatever he wanted in it, and everybody read it. But he wishes, he really wishes, someone would someday read the book never opened."

Random musings really. There are some times things just pop into my head and I'd have to write them down or I would forget, haha. Ignore this ;)