Annotating igyts is so hard because, every page, every line is a smack of colour right in the face, it feels like spreading your arms and cutting through wind, flying through oceans and eating stars, while curling into a ball on the moon, and every page that isn’t consuming me in undeniable feelings and tastes, are pages that claw at my back and force me to the cold wooden floor, there comes mouthfuls of sorrow so sad the trees sway and sway until they all fall, and then it continues again, a continuous loop of light to dark to starbursts and fresh fruit to chalky wood, and every time I just sit here looking at these pages, and I just think, how do you highlight the parts in this book that make you feel so? When every part is making me feel SO? SO WHAT? I DON’T KNOW, I JUST KNOW, THAT I COULD EAT THE SUN, AND IF I WERE TO ANNOTATE THIS BOOK, EVERY LINE WOULD BE HIGHLIGHTED,, IT WOULD SCREAM IN COLOURS AND SOUNDS ALONE!!!
