how reading feels

2024, may 2

reading feels like i'm nibbling on a cloud made of macarons, snacking without ever feeling full, without any snack-sickness, just the gentle pastel turquoise in my mind. my kindle background is pastel turquoise, my eyes settle right into the lines and find their rest. words wash through my mind, softening life, making sorrow poetic. sometimes i don’t even listen to what i’m reading; it's as if just letting words flow through my head unfolds my spirit, opens up my forehead, and i'm pleasantly flushed through. sometimes i taste only the sound of the words without grasping their meaning, sometimes i absorb just the vibe of reading, without noticing the content. i truly feel like each line holds me, as if the lines of words are levels and i can rest on each level. and sometimes a phrase just kicks in, thrilling me with inspiration, awakening every cell in my body, making my fingertips tingle with excitement. then i mark that line and share it with my beautiful minds friends, hardly believing how lucky i am to have found this thought here in my book.