books and death

I finished the final book in a series of 13 books today.
It took me a couple months to finish reading the entire series.

It's strange the feeling of finishing a book feels a lot like the feeling of someone dying.
the book is over, the final page is flipped. yet you are left wondering and thinking of what else could be.
what else happens. but nothing happens. there is no end. just memories of things that happened before.
All you are left with are memories and "what ifs".

it's a strange unsatisfied feeling.
like a hole cut into your stomach and as much as you try to eat, you never get satisfied.
or as an author put, "It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."
you desire more, but cant have it.
the satisfactions only comes when you allow yourself to face the truth.
that there is no more.
this is it.
this is the end.



















have a nice day