I tore up a book on sunday.
I was shocked.
I have always loved books but i hated this one.
Hated it for the meanings that came with it.
I tore out a page and it took all of my strength.
Strength which came out of impulsivity.
Almost ferocious.
Despite my love and respect for books, despite being shocked, i did not regret it.
Infact, i wanted to incinerate the whole book.
Burn it to ashes.
I still do.