i love it when the sun finally hits the windows and blasts my yellow room with warmth and light. i love how steady it is, just for a moment, how it can freeze everything and make me lost out of the boundaries of time. i love how i can not hear voices, just my breathing, together with the almost defeaning silence that pops through the ears, mixed with bird chirps and chicken crows. i love how it is plain and simple and still. i love how i am infinite in it.
i love how i can eat breakfast at home, savor every munch of bread and sip steaming coffee with my eyes closed. i love how the cup warms my hand and how i can eat without the worry of being out of time.
i love how i can write in bed in whatever position i’d like to. i love how words can flow endlessly until my wrist numbs and my fingers tire from writing with my heavy hand. i love how i can just stare on the walls and dream, plan, and make myself happy with ideas and imagined stories.
most of all, i love how i can be alone. i love being left to my thoughts after a very long time of nonstop talks and meeting up with people. i love how i can check myself up, to make sure i’m still there, to go about again doing life.
In finding, I’ll find you. You with your eyes that welcome me to a thousand mornings, a trace of a smile on your gentle lips. Your face that I will see in my every day, offering me life full of endless possibilities, giving me love that I seem to always fail to contain. We will just lie there, silent, just our eyes speaking what our mouths cannot.