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.