Tonight as I lay on my bed, the softest waft of the wind has entered my window. I can hear the billowing pelt of tiny drops of night rain which serves as a monotonous music on my background. The lights are out for I turned it off beforehand and it looks like the massive darkness became aware of my existence for it is trying to gradually consume me.
The full moon illuminates as its tiny gleam penetrates each aperture that is accessible. The softest breeze blows my ruddy curtain. My inexorably curly hair is spread out on top of my head; with its florid hue and superfluous cherry smell, one may think that I am a vain girl... but I am not. I am just desirous to recompense and thirsty to indemnify my flaws.
I am humming the tune of the last song I have heard. Its melody seemed to find a place in me, it feels at home as its note flows through every vein in my body, causing my mouth to form words owned by the lyrics of this song I can't even remember the title. I am tapping the fingers of my left hand, which are blessed with flexibility due from the painstakingly practicing guitar.
And now as I am lying on my back, I am stretching out my right hand through the darkness. I am trying to reach something which is painfully intangible in my tiny little world. I am trying to grasp something which is not there. It pains me to think that I will never be able to reach it, to grasp it, to touch it... or to even to lay my eyes on it again. My hands are so desirous to claim it... again. It is creating a tiny hole in my chest and it's drilling its way down causing me to hyperventilate. My head suddenly feels bigger and my mouth gapes as I am trying to exhale through it.
My eyes are starting to see a reflection. I furrow my brows as I try to focus on the obscure figure in front of me. It is the figure of someone my heart knows so much. Every lineament, every breadth, the familiar visage that I am longing to see, the variations of countenance that I fully memorized... The rapidity of time helped me memorize them all. Everything is achingly etched in my mind and soul. Even when I shut off my body, the persistency of my subconscious mind will insolently fuel myself up, creating an aperture to wake me and to remember what I am trying my best to forget. My subconscious mind is untying all the perplexing bundle of knots of my shut off mind to induce it to relinquish its stubborn disposition towards forgetting.
I close my eyes. I open my eyes and I am trying to stare blankly into the darkness which I feel now is paving way for a whit of tranquility of my mind.
Erix...
