Logged into my account after some time and realized how much I'd been missing. All these months I've been breathing yet something has been missing from my life. Sometimes it feels like I'm a zombie, an automation, just going through the motions. I miss feeling electrified, obsessed and a little crazy. It not that I have not been reading, that would be impossible for me, yet something is missing from my life. I've stopped making reading fun. Sometimes it even feels arduous which would be considered blasphemy by younger me. So this is a promise I'm sending to the void, I'll bring back the soul in my life again. I'll talk about books again. And maybe, I'll feel alive again.











