It looks at me.

Another universe, held in my hands.

Words are hard to hear, but easy to see.

That's how it feels to me.

Nowhere else feels quite like home,

I want to stay in this universe forever.

Why isn't this thought of as fun?

Why can't I just feel this love?

We have a language, our own.

This feeling, it's one of a kind.

I never want to leave, just know

that books are my heart and soul.

Question of the Day: What do you do in your free time?