“I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.”

It's so hard penning down feelings. It may not sound too hard. I've read so many literary work and I'm always astound with the way the authors accurately depict feelings into mere words with such precision. I admit; it is an incredible feat, something I long to excel at.

I'm in that mood again after reading a heart-moving novel. The state of the after-read is so delicate because I want to portray as much as I can how at a trance I feel, how numb it makes me, how it edges me to a brink of tears. The book is called 'Waiting' written by the amazing Ha Jin. It baffles me how he was able to pull off such a moving piece. I didn't find it similar to other novels that I read in terms of timeline. His spans over a decade but obviously he doesn't write out the happenings of every weekend. I'm not even gonna try attempting a simple review because it is anything but that- simple. It's so complex and diverse but yet revolves around a situation we may observe or hear about quite often. 

I closed the book and dreaded the emotions I felt upon completing it. I've always hated this stage. I feel like this isn't something you describe, but something you feel because you can't bestow this feeling on anyone no matter how hard you try. Listening to melancholy songs does not help either but one does it anyway. I had a late dinner after and as I was clearing the dishes I started tearing up. This after-read mood is so unpredictable. It comes and goes, like waves, whenever it pleases. It washes over you during complete random times: you can be content one second and mystifyingly depressed the next. No matter how many times I try to label this feeling as 'it sucks', I just can't cos those two lifeless words does not do this heartrending feeling justice. It may just be me though. 

I always end up depressed after reading. The stories books tell me sometimes just make me so despondent and forlorn. I become silent, distant and morose.

“I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.”

It's so hard penning down feelings. It may not sound too hard. I've read so many literary work and I'm always astound with the way the authors accurately depict feelings into mere words with such precision. I admit; it is an incredible feat, something I long to excel at.

I'm in that mood again after reading a heart-moving novel. The state of the after-read is so delicate because I want to portray as much as I can how at a trance I feel, how numb it makes me, how it edges me to a brink of tears. The book is called 'Waiting' written by the amazing Ha Jin. It baffles me how he was able to pull off such a moving piece. I didn't find it similar to other novels that I read in terms of timeline. His spans over a decade but obviously he doesn't write out the happenings of every weekend. I'm not even gonna try attempting a simple review because it is anything but that- simple. It's so complex and diverse but yet revolves around a situation we may observe or hear about quite often. 

I closed the book and dreaded the emotions I felt upon completing it. I've always hated this stage. I feel like this isn't something you describe, but something you feel because you can't bestow this feeling on anyone no matter how hard you try. Listening to melancholy songs does not help either but one does it anyway. I had a late dinner after and as I was clearing the dishes I started tearing up. This after-read mood is so unpredictable. It comes and goes, like waves, whenever it pleases. It washes over you during complete random times: you can be content one second and mystifyingly depressed the next. No matter how many times I try to label this feeling as 'it sucks', I just can't cos those two lifeless words does not do this heartrending feeling justice. It may just be me though. 

I always end up depressed after reading. The stories books tell me sometimes just make me so despondent and forlorn. I become silent, distant and morose.