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?