>walk in my old shoes

>so i just came in from lunch. late. because i was at a really good part in the book. well, all the parts are good. but that’s beside the point.

the point is this. i gathered my things. i kept reading. i stood up. i kept reading. i turned around and walked to the door. i kept reading. and it was at this point that i didn’t stop reading, but i had a feeling i haven’t felt in years. i suddenly remembered ages 10-19, literally walking around reading. i would wake up and start reading. i would brush my teeth reading. i would walk through school hallways, dodging people, reading. i would even shower, with the door partly ajar, book propped on the toilet, towel nearby so i could turn pages with a dry hand. on the weekends, when i didn’t have to sleep, i wouldn’t. i would just keep reading.

and then, suddenly, that stopped. i don’t know when it stopped. i can’t mark the time or place. i just stopped reading like i used to. in fact, i stopped reading good old fashioned books in their booky form completely. e-books, and audio books as of late. but no sitting down with bound paper.

and this has bugged me. i mean, it really has bugged me. but it’s one of those things that just nags at the back of your head and you just keep saying, “yes, later. yes, later.” and sometimes i actually stop and feel a little ashamed, cuz i can’t actually pinpoint when later will actually be.

and then today. that moment. that JUST happened.

i was me. i didn’t even realize i hadn’t been until i was again. <!– text

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