Books
I may have messed up the title today because I don’t know what would perfectly suit, so bear this time.
I want to see myself reading books, being in comfortable clothes, and sitting on a couch with a snake plant by my side. Just talking about books. How books heal me, when I feel my eyes are tired of seeing the atrocities of the world, I want to listen to the rhythm of books and not care about others texting me or thinking about people, the way I want to wrap myself around books and never go back to the times when people made me feel worthless. I don’t want to feel bad, I don’t want to feel hurt, I don’t want to feel betrayed, I want to feel nothing. I want to talk; I want to speak with someone who listens to me without feeling a burden. I want to talk with books, and I want to play with the characters in the book.
I want to share the quotes from the book I read, I want to annotate the book, and I want anyone to notice. I want to read books and just talk about it; I love how books bring me some joy that no one can give. How in books, no protagonist takes the whole story ahead, they’re side characters to support it to make it as a whole. I wonder how humans look for everything in one person, but not one person can do everything.
Books give me the ability to think right. to see things from different point of view. I want to see myself making the right decisions with the help of books; everything will leave, but books won’t.
I love everything I read, even if it’s boring because I know that life is not always a bed full of roses. Life is divided into phases. Books confuse me as I want to write down some quotes here, but I am confused about which one, and if I quote one, I will think about why I didn’t choose another one, and it will make me feel sad.
How a cat comes to its owner and all his problems fade away, how a child comes out of her school and sees her mom waiting, and she runs to hug her. That’s books for me, a feeling which I can never put in words, but I still pen it down and when I sit to pen down, I don’t know where to stop because I feel I can’t write well.
Reading books is a luxury. I love having classical music playing in the background when I come home after a stressful day. I crave the time to calm my mind by picking a book from my shelf, sipping on hot tea, and just reading—immersed in the story. I want to be undisturbed, enjoying the freedom to escape the judgments of others and dive into the world of books.
I find comfort in books. As I mentioned earlier, I want to immerse myself in a good story and fall asleep with a book in my hands, holding it close no matter what. As I drift off, I hope to see all my worries fade away, knowing the book is still with me. One by one, my troubles disappear, and no one is there to disturb my peace. After a tiring day, I look forward to returning home. When I unlock the gate, I know the books on the table will be there to accompany me, just as we all need someone to come home to.
I aspire to leave a legacy like a novel. Oh, how I want to be a part of books and to be loved as deeply as they are.