Books, Brews & Midnight Thoughts

I don’t read at midnight just for the story —

I read to run.

From the noise in my head,

from days that ask too much,

from moments I don’t know how to feel.

Books give me somewhere else to be.

A quiet room, a half-empty cup of coffee, and a story that lets me forget just enough that’s what most of my nights look like. Sometimes I disappear into galaxies, sometimes into heartbreaks that aren’t mine but feel like they could be.

It’s not just escape — it’s survival. Fiction gives me space to breathe, when reality feels too tight around the edges. I read to be somewhere else, and somehow, in doing that, I come back feeling a little more like me.

So now, it’s not a habit. It’s my favorite kind of ritual. And every time I turn a page, I leave behind a little of the day I didn’t know how to carry.

---- for the nights I couldn’t sleep, and the books that stayed✨.

Raman