Long looks,
reflection,
thoughtfulness,
wistfulness,
in and out of a book,
time out in language,
and imagination,
far away from mental aggravation,
enjoying the stimulation,
your brain racing,
and your eyes darting all over the place.
Long looks,
reflection,
thoughtfulness,
wistfulness,
gloriousness,
and words so beautiful and evocative and sad,
whilst reading a heart-breaking part,
of an auto biography of someone that you love,
and as you read tears fall from your eyes,
because of the magic in the words held inside,
and your heart is glad and sad,
and you feel every emotion that you could ever have,
oh, what power words have,
what power there is,
when the words are true,
and the writing is strong, eloquent, and good,
and how beautiful it is,
how beautiful it is to lose yourself in a book.