The Library of Peace

 

Empty spaces filled with the booming sound of silence.

Head stuck in a book, eyes glued to the pages

The words are clinging to me like a second skin.

The silence covers me like a blanket of warmth.

So engrossed with the characters until I’m jumping into their world.

Hours pass by like a bird spreading it’s wings and soaring over the rooftops until it’s out of sight.

The tranquil rays of sunlight come across the pages like an intruder blocking my view of the words.

I breathe in deeply catching the scent of yellowing pages filled with years of gathering dust.