Cover for Yourself ?

Everyone is born into a necessary lie. The front and cover of your book. The cover holds the pages, the book, together. How the pages are bound is just as important as the pages themselves, if nothing holds you together— and in a necessary order, you’re just a buncha incomplete essays that no one reads. Just like nothing makes you have the desires that you do, It’s still true you can corrupt a human and darken their light. Circumstances can absolutely drive you to evil. You’ll just lie to yourself about it, but you still could. So it’s important to keep your lines, your bind, the book that those pages are in, the integrity of the book itself intact. Your values have to be honest and you have to uphold them. Or the book is ruined. You came into a role and you’re supposed to play it – to write, read, edit, but fucking complete, finish YOUR book. And don’t rip out the pages dumbass, You’re supposed to just turn them. You’ll find the truth through the art that lives inside of you.