Literature is an escape that confines you and immerses you within the words that hold too much meaning.
Books are the reality that accepts everyone on their own terms.
To lose yourself in the linguistics of composition is true bliss.
A bliss that sparks and catches fire in your soul.
Emptiness is a word no longer visible in your vocabulary, or comprehensible on any level.
Revelations of new curiosities and new worlds form inside you.
Wanting to desperately to understand, to unfold the mysteries and complications inside literature.
Wanting too desperately.
Once everything is understood, it becomes as if your beloved characters, your friends have moved on.
But you’re still here, wanting them to come back.
Wanting more mysterious phrases, more complicated humans, and longer pages that hold all your new revelations.
Wanting becomes the epitome of your existence.