My year in books
is not yet full
or even close
to a completion

But I have had
a fair share
of different worlds

The moon shone bright
in Metro 2033
and creatures howled
above the ground

A lake of emotions
stirred in me
when reading Tūla
by an author I
have never known before

I didn’t panic
while hitchhiking
through the galaxy,
though that book did not
live up to all its glory
in my eyes

But my ultimate best
this year (so far)
has made me most sad
knowing the author of Nod
cannot write any more
while I am sure
he has talent to spare