Having spasms because you only borrowed one book, thinking it would take ages to finish. But no, it only took a couple hours and your thirst is not satiated. Instead, it's only become... More thirsty. Bye world. I need my drugs, my dopamine, my meth, my life, my world at the current moment.

Books are like drugs
So potent, so powerful
Once your fingers touch it
And the contents spill out,
Enveloping your brain and heart in it

You are transported to a whole new world.

Another zone entirely.
The words dance across the page,
Your brain interpreting the words as pictures.
Scenes play and you hear voices.

A distraction, and you hurriedly leave that world
Can't wait to get back again.
Wish there weren't stuffs to be done
Because you're procrastinating---and it's not meaningless
In fact, this book is far more interesting and pressing than anything else

Even the prospect of homework.
Or dinner. (But you've thrown that away so many times it's hardly surprising anymore)


.
Why, oh why, you grimace
How could you have abandoned this hobby for so many years?

It's been too long. It's been way too long.

Yeah sure,
Some books are boring.
You space out while reading it.
Some don't appeal to the mood at the moment,
And you abort the mission halfway.
Some are too descriptive without real strength,
And you don't even continue.

But when you find the right book for the right mood...
It's the most unbelievable emotion ever.

Now... that you're back on the track with these amazing books...
You can't stop.

Your life is gonna get jacked up for sure
With exams coming

But you can't stop.

Resuming an old hobby---an old addiction--- is so... Overwhelming.

Just finished one book in hours.
And all I can say is,

The plan is to return it tomorrow and borrow the next three books of the sequel.

Oh god, what am I to do?
Why the heck is this book---writer---plot---characters---so good?

So good I can't stop reading, agh!

Feeling really dizzy and with an assignment incomplete
But look at me; it's the face of a drunk potato who can't give two hoots about life.

Do I care? Yeah... But... Not really.