I miss I miss the smell of a book whiffing through its pages. Like a lover invading your space; every breath leaves you desiring more. And with the great ones, the ones you become addicted to; it’s like before they leave you, they give you a little glance making sure you understand they conquered you. Hmm… I miss how we’d drag ourselves to the library. To the spots where we colluded with sleep to form dreams we ought have chased. …
