a container of stories It’s paper, often cardboard, and ink, – the smell of it, so good. To hold, to treasure, to read, to collect. A container of stories. Of tears and smiles. Giving comfort. To keep close, when alone in the dark. The one that’s in your backpocket, along the road. Stylish minimalism or flashing out on pages. The mix of the content, the target audience and you, captured in beauty. A book. It’s ink on paper. A container of dreams. Some dreams are to flip through, over and over again, always in awe. If you’re on to a book. Don’t do dull. Do you. Courageously. Like a lion. roar. In ink, on paper. my lucky box the air filled with promises