by brittanychavez

Driving back from camping, I finished reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Steele reached his hand back while driving to hold mine. The sky bloomed pink. I can’t explain the feeling of finishing a book. My heart twists and I have this urge to turn inward and pull every word inside me. I want to mourn for the book. I want to lay it on my chest and know that there is an entire world resting on me. 
This happens always, with every book, but the important ones really do stay inside me.