Deep In Earth

I used to despise travelling by car. I have car sickness so it was not much fun, especially on bumpy roads. But I've enjoyed it recently, watching the little farms, plantations and the beautiful forests with their gorgeous trees... Not to mention that everything is bathe in sunlight. The key to battle car sicknesses is to enjoy the scenery. I don't mind facing the sun, the warmth is invigorating, but I do mind getting a tan. It's not for me. :)

I'm sure I am not the only one feeling things like this. I think I need to write all of this down. *Spoiler alert* How can someone be so engrossed into something that one is not even related to, not even connected, not even experiencing, and it seems one does, and it becomes so important, more important than anything else? It defines you, and you rely on it, you depend on it, and it gives you everything, it makes you feel everything, it frees you, it captivates you, it's your mind, it's your heart, your life. I don't really know how to express this properly into words. I think no word can describe this thing exactly how I meant it but I'm going to try. I love to watch movies. I love movies. I can reliably say that I am passionate about movies. And I love all those talented actors and actresses. Sometimes I get too attached to the characters in a movie or a book that their feelings simply affect me so deeply. It helps if the words are beautifully written in ...

I have some problems. I buy books all the time, I've spent most of my pocket money on books, I have a mountain of books lying in my room, I cannot possibly read all of them when I'm still studying at the moment, and these books ALWAYS tempt me to pick them and read them, and I acknowledge all these problems but I still buy more books. more penguin books... and some more classics... I must be a hoarder.

As requested. This is for you. the dawn breaks the birds awake the sun shines and worlds entwine the mother cooks the baby cry the horses run the rabbits hum the lions roar the eagles soar the bears go searching herbs galore the dusk comes forth and brings the frost the trees are bending with the windling Orion arrives and shoots the sky the stars go pouring in our eyes the sleep devours and beds are laid the cycle turns and back again.