The book was red.

I read a book last night.
I've spent three years reading texts, the back of magazines and the front of cheesy t-shirts...
To find out, I actually like to read.

I read a book last night. 
The book I read, was red it's self.
Red in the words, red in the pages... Red in the number, deserted on it's own at the corner of the page. 
I found out, I like the colour red.

I read a book last night. 
The book, was full of words yet my mind was explosive with imagination.
When my eyes reached the words, my brain reached something on another level.
I enjoyed that book.

Yes, I read a book last night.
But what about the other teenagers in the world? 
You see, when I read. I see red. I see the red my generation will see before they get to read their next book. 
I see red. I see words. I see numbers. I see pages. And I see humanity losing sight of the imagination held in a book.