The empty bookcase

daily post: source of anxiety

My biggest noise that i fear will grow silent far to soon in the noise of the emptiness.
I fear to become the empty bookcase.
To not have any memories or extreme emotions, like those possessed in the pages of the books that should have stood proud in the now empty bookcase. 
The fear of not having anybody remembering me, like i remember the smell of my dearest books.

It’s not the desire to be a full on library, just to be that little vintage bookcase in someone’s home.

The anxiety of not having a full life, and knowing it’s all up to me.