Ever since I can remember, books have been my home.

And with every book I read, I wanted to proceed to the index page of a new one and be blank again. Susceptible to new words, new ideas, new worlds. The index page is me, and I wait for you to turn the page and walk in smiling. To write on me what is important to you, to carve in me with frustration, to rip me apart with anger. I want it all because it is you, and what is you is what I want. Fill me with the books I never read, the words I never spoke, the thoughts that never entered me before there was you. Untill what we share is what we are, not just you, not just me. Let me be what you see in me, let us build sandcastles and dreams untill you walk out again and stain my beautiful paper with your dirty footprints. [Da capo]

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
--- Anaïs Nin

How true her words are.. It always takes another person to be able to define yourself. How great it is to be given the chance to define yourself anew, with each different person you meet. To me it feels like liberation, not to be restricted to the "me" I know. To be able to be endless in creativity, thoughts, feelings. To be whatever someone sees in me instead of being restricted to the me I think I am. Like a snake slipping of its skin, I feel like leaving my old skin behind and slipping into a new one, with every fascination, with every person that moves me. To leave my ideals from one day to the other, to have them replaced by a broader view, in brighter colours, though perhaps more obscure.

Tabula rasa once again?