the bookstore

the sweet sound of the cracking binding.

the musky smell of freshly printed pages.

the constant whispers muted by mile-high stacks.

the complete sense of weightlessness.

consumed by a different, unknown world.

time stops fiercely.

i am all together forgotten.

the characters become me.

books are my sanctuary.

books are my heaven.

Reviews

[TonightWeDine]

I love the imagery and sense of this bookstore! This made me feel like I was there. Great job!

[RAWR!]

nice,
and yes there is a musky smell

[man Atek]

wow ... you are good reader
yess, the books are windows of the world
sep jez !