Inspired

I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel oh so inspired at this unearthly hour. I want to paint I want to doodle I want to finish a page off my Wreck This Journal. I want to immerse myself in beautiful things like art, books and undiscovered places.

I really want to read a good book right now to tame down my feels; I just wanna feel. I haven't been emoting well the past few days. Everything whirred by in a blur and I can't even appreciate the beauty of simple things till I start getting occupied by irrelevant matters.

“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”

—	Stephen King.

I need a book. I need to read so bad.

The only place I can go to is Tumblr.

Sometimes I feel that the advancement of technology is moulding this world into a sad, sad place. You seek solace through this giant online community, yet nothing in there can really fill in this void inside your heart.