It is cozy, it is comfort, it is a far cry from this daily sunburn,
A place where my mind gets emptied and lost in a strange suburb.
A place where my mind finds peace, my hearts calms and my soul find rest,
Is this how it feels when hiraeth finally ends?
I sonder about every book, every world as I drown in vellichor,
I sit in there and get lost in Anemoia about all this treasure this place holds.
The frustration wants me to be immortal as my mind clouds with Onism,
I want to read every book, life, character being held here.
Maybe I am paradox, my mind and soul screams in void, even when there are so
many people,
But, sleeps like a child with their mother even though Library is drenched with
silence.
Maybe it is beauty of this place or maybe it is magic,
Where I live thousands of lives before I perish.
ⒸSpringYouth
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Hiraeth – longing for a home, a place, or a feeling that no longer exists or never
existed.
Sonder – a word that describes the realization that each life (in context of book) is
unique in its own way.
Vellichor – the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, filled with thousands of old
books you’ll never have time to read.
Anemoia – nostalgia for a time you’ve never known. Feeling of Wanting to go to
another time we have never known.
Onism – the awareness of how little of the world you’ll experience. So many books
in the library but I will never be able to read them all.
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