This place is beautiful, calm, and quiet. Remind me of my old library at school back then. Each and every library, they have the same similarity of nuance and atmosphere. Its too bad that now I can't have my another library for free :p
This place is like a sanctuary. Place where I can rest my mind, body, and soul. Place where I don't have to hide behind a book, cup of tea or an imaginary friend, but some cost I have to pay at the front door. Then I can hang my head or simply asleep. Just me :)
This kind of place is always wonderful. Or used to be one, I don't know. Guess its the matter of the way I see it. There always be part of me being mesmerized by it. But there always be too part of me feeling stupid to feel it :p just like one psychedelic junkie who's enjoying the beauty of an abstinence, local emptiness.
This place will always be wonderful though. No matter what good company I'll bring in. Must I bring one and lost the magic? Must I lost the magic to be woke up? Must I woke up to have one? :) I know, its not about the absolute beauty of this place. Its about the presence of a good company. Of heart, and time.
