My bookshelf smells…
…of the restrained tears of childhood…
…of the impotent fury of adolescence…
…of the innocent passion of first love…
…of the confusion of growing up…
…of the struggle to not change…
…of the absolute sense in selfishness.
My bookshelf smells of marijuana.


deja vu to all tht
sigh..not for marijuana though…
i guess we all share a book shelf…i had forgetten for a long time..what mine smelt of…
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Thanks, Shelly
@ Malavika… You sure are missing the better smells.
@ silhouette… i guess we all share a book shelf Interesting thought there!
@ shelly… Hope you are not a bot.