A Tale Untold

There is a rip in the cover. I can see it from all the way across the room and for some reason today it got to me. I turned away from it as best I can, but "Homer's Illiad" just doesn't seem to care. If I were on the desk of a great author like that I would be a bit more concerned about my appearance. I mean, yes, it adds character, I get that. Yet, what type of character you come off as is totally different. I am a paperback collection of health and nutrition advice and then here I have also gotten the wear and tear, much like Homer. So who am I to judge I suppose. It is what makes us great companions and easy to approach. I am not so stiff and unbending like Spiderman's first copy on the shelf. Not that it is his fault, he isn't given any chances to get torn or ripped or even a water stain due to his plastic covering and tight restraints.

Looking around the office I see sunshine pouring in the windows and it feels great against my backing. I know that too much sun will add quite the crispness to my body so I do my best to appreciate without over doing it. I could use a day out in the World though. I get lonely over here sometimes. There are days I sit unappreciated, and once I even got left in a tent over night with the rain coming in. Us books really have it hard. If I had legs, you would see me on the elliptical and in yoga and dance classes. I would be out there putting my knowledge to use. I would prepare meals if I had hands, and a credit card I suppose. If I had the money, the hands, the feet... Ooohh, I would be unstoppable. I wonder what Homer would do with all those resources? Perhaps create art, or if he had a strong booming voice he would probably be one of those great men telling stories just like the old times. I would listen to his stories. I would tell stories too; stories of champion vegetables that were heroes in their own right. Entering a war system and calming down the acidic nature, bringing light to the body of forces, and welcoming peaceful times into that heavily political state.

There are times when I know my power, I can feel it rustling through my core, page through page, just begging to be opened and released. It is sometimes as though all these vegetables in colored print inside my folds are growing roots. Sometimes I wish they would so I would have company. Homer is getting quite the attention right now, oh good! Maybe that means that that stupid computer will get turned away from and these great people will enjoy our stories, our knowledge once more. From my thoughts to you, I hope Homer strikes a page. We all deserve good things and the more I see that around me, the more I can give too.

That sun is so warm on my face, I feel the tiring of my days and am gone now, back to rest. Maybe you can come look me up some day.