You know that feeling of falling. Like tripping down a black hole. I don't know how that feels. I do know of falling though. And trying extremely hard to get back up. This is a book of thoughts clear from the mind. Or at least put into a subtle formal way. I enjoy sad books even if you will see me ranting I enjoy sad books books of any kind cause they're able to make me feel this way.
Compassion and love.
Heartbreak and sorrow.
Anger and Hate.
Books take you away on magical journeys. To escape the sick reality we call life. To escape shootings and murder and political aspects. Well I know that's probably been used over and over countless times.
I fail to understand when people say they do not enjoy reading.
Or maybe I do. There was this one point in time I used to despise spending life in a lovely way.
Back when I was younger.
You see I dearly hated reading, the way I couldn't read the words and sometimes they would get mixed up and I had have to go back and read it. I do not have dyslexia or any form of reading or attention disorder. No no.
I just found reading difficult at that time of age. It wasn't until 2 years later I had begun to enjoy the joyous world
Of reading.
These chapters appear as though they are short, giving to me they are my thoughts they are loud and quite long.
Back to when I was taking about tripping down a black hole.
I'm sure you all have done before feel free to come talk about it to me.
I may have tripped down before.

Published: 13/2/16
Translation: 13 January 2015 Wednesday
Around the time of 6:34pm. Central Time.