My days consists of reading and even more reading, I can’t seem to stop being curious-but I also can’t seem to remember the interesting words I try to read. They travel from the tip of my fingers, to my eyes and then finally into my brain where the words will stay comfortable for a couple of hours or so and then eventually leave. As the days go by as leaving my hands like quicksand I can feel the fear in my body grow.
I spend most of my days in the library at campus or on the floor of my bedroom. It’s not like I’m learning nothing, but sometimes it feels like that. Never stop being curious~