Nighttime Recuerdos

It is quiet I can have noise if I want headphones in the sounds of metal or piano, or rain, and around the scent of age dusty pages that I will never read but in the center of them still enjoy immensely stacked up high and wide endless rows of knowledge and me in the center in a forgotten place only hoping it remains accessible to all at all times because without these evenings these nights there is nowhere else to be except surrounded and busy working, accomplishing tackling the to-do list so f...