Wednesday, March 11, 2015

It's strange because I don't really read anymore.

Once in a great while, I might pick up a book and read it. I might finish it, and I might not. It depends, really. Maybe I'm busy, but probably not. Maybe I'd rather watch a movie.

But I miss that feeling you get when you read, really  read. When you look at the words and you see this character that is as alive as you are and might be brilliant and stubborn and brave and shy and all of these cute little things. And you can capture them in movies, but I miss the way I used to feel when all I needed to see these things were the words.

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