I love the way I feel right after I finish a book.
It's like I'm empty and full at the same time,
and for a moment or two, time seems to stand still.
I notice the dust hanging in the air when the sunlight comes through the window.
I feel the breath enter and exit my lungs.
My pupils widen and my senses are heightened, if only for a moment.
Why does it make me feel is way?
Not really a poem, per se, but more an introspection.