I like books.
No scratch that, I love books.
I love how the instance you open one, you can sink into another world, a different realm, a diverse era so unlike your own.
I love how you can immerse yourself in the pages of a new novel, plunge head first into an unknown dominion and suddenly become the protagonist.
Your problems no longer matter, they’re irrelevant for the time being, and you’re carefree in those moments blissfully so.
Most of all I love how for those precious few heartbeats you lead a life more wonderfully brilliant than your own.
H.M
I love the idea that every night as we turn out the lights, surrounded by darkness we see the same stars, the same constellations, like millions of tiny beacons dazzling intensely, vividly against the night sky,
That no matter at what distance we may be we are bathed in the same silvery white glow that the moon emits,
And I both envy and love the thought that the same sun that I cast my eyes upon at sunrise is the same star that kisses your sleepy lips awake with golden Midas light.
H.M