Floating, that’s what I feel when I’m reading.
My limbs seems miles and miles away from my reach, my breath slowing, my muscles freeze yet my eyes lively as ever, even vivid as my mind races, conjuring the lines ,knitting the ideas , linking one world to another : expanding.
When I put my book down, my head is often spinning in an enjoyable way , my cheeks are rosy and my lips are curved with a smile.
What do reading bestow me with?
Belonging :binding me to a meaning beyond my comprehension, a sacred place where every word and act has a sense and a purpose, there every part of the puzzle of my life clicks as I lose myself in finding myself.