Literature Major

I watch the pages flow by like a butterfly. 

The smell of creativity wafts inside my nose. 

It feels so light, but yet so heavy in my hands. 

Each page I turn opens up my chest. 

The paper feels so smooth between my fingertips. 

I could get lost in the texture. 

The cover is so colorful that I can't take my eyes off of it. 

It glides over my fingertips like butter.

I bask in the words that it fills.