I have a bad habit of latching onto things, usually books, an album, or some other object and literally becoming obsessed. It’s like it seemingly engulfs my entire being and I find myself sitting for hours on end focused on it with no movement whatsoever.
It’s more so with books than anything. It’s an amazing feeling to just pick up a book and have the whole world drift away, just losing myself completely into another world. I feel almost compelled to sit there and keep reading till my eyes burn, my body aches from sitting ramrod and I’m damn near ready to pass out. The greatest joy I’ve ever felt has come from reading, as corny as that sounds it’s nothing but the truth.
I feel as if I’ve experienced more emotions through reading than anything else. Every time I close a novel I feel as if I lost a small part of myself with it, as beautiful as the journey to the end is it always feels so draining when I finally get there. It’s a beautiful yet unhealthy kind of obsession
