The silence in my room is oddly calming. Apart from the rut tut of the fan, I can hear the waves breaking on the shore in the distance.
I close my eyes, try to sleep, but sleep evades me. The colourful lines behind my closed eyes makes me feel melancholic. It carries me back to the time when I was a child, when I would look at the sun and close my eyes. The bright light that always fascinated me would leave an array of colours behind my closed eyes.
Then I think of you. Somewhere, a thousand miles away from me. I close my eyes again, this time breathing in slowly, counting, as I inhale and exhale, my chest rising and falling each time.
Some days are filled with a child-like-innocence where happiness embraces me in a warm hug. And then there are days like this… where I miss you. Where your absence sticks to me, like humidity on a hot summer afternoon, after that sudden, unexpected shower of rain…
First a sense of relief and then sheer frustration. Always.