Second nature

I can't remember the last time I read out of leisure. I came home, too frustrated from the revision that demands to be done and look at the books by my bed and picked one of Nora Roberts novel. It's so simple. Getting drawn into a book. You feel it spinning the threads of thoughts and unknowingly it's 2am and you just finished it. So justifiably satisfied even though I feel like sleeping. I just want to remind myself how after reading, I somehow feel like I was 14 again. In my uniform after school, at pasir ris library picking out books I haven't read under her name. I remember how they touch my heart with warmth and the promise of romance. I remember the later part of my teens when I stop reading such books because I no longer identify myself with it. 

Maybe it's the procrastination or maybe I'm slowly letting go of the unnecessary fences I have decided to put up against what I desire. 

If it's yours, it's yours.