
And, 
I  got this cheap, so well, 
And, 
I love the intoxication ,
Of the pages,  how they smell 
Oh, did I mention my eyes swell'
Spiralling downward in the optimistic well,
I reminisce the times, 
I read this in my cell. . .  
Whatever has been the past, something that only in my conscience lasts, here I am to di.a.log the complexities of the human heart.