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Posted February 9, 2013
I close the book and toss it on the floor sighing with saddness. I have finished yet another good book. Most people would be happy to have finished a book in such a short amount of time. But whenever i finish a book, it leaves me with a sad almost depressed feeling. It leaves me starving. A hunger that can only be satisfied with the pages of another. I often wish i could be a charactor in a book. I long for books like a fish longs for the ocean. Or like a bird longs to fly.
After tossing the book on the floor i threw myself onto my bed. I closed my eyes and draped my hand over them for an extra layer of protection. The darkness was comforting. It always had been. Sometimes i wish i could let it take over me. It would be easier. Peaceful. But i always had been told that by letting myself be overtaken by the dark would be cowardice. And one thing i will never be is a coward. (TO BE CONTINUED....)