And so I find myself lying in bed again, thoughts swirling around my head. Whenever I have time on my hands, it's as though a light switch goes off in my head and the thoughts come running loose. But ask me to put it into words, and all I can muster is a blank stare. That's something I resent about myself. My disability to explain my thoughts. But I digress.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Lying in bed, thoughts free-flowing. As dark clouds gather, threatening to rain down, the mood in my dorm takes a sombre turn. Loving the atmosphere, I plug in my earphones, shutting out the world. The first song plays and memories of how I used to sing this song thinking of you resurface. I was young and foolish — wait, I still am.
Sigh. And now I find that my thoughts are wholly on you. I realize that this feeling has become all too familiar. I miss you. Your laughter never fails to brighten up the moods of people around you, me included. I miss how simple things make you laugh aloud, resulting in you trying to withhold it, your face flushing in the process. And your voice — my God, how lovely you sound when you sing. I swear I had a full list of songs I'd sing to you, and with you. Romantic-sounding, yes?
But when I think about it, it never looked like we fit.
'I can't hear music anymore.
My eyes are tired of all the pictures in the words cause you are in them,
still.'
Damn you, brain. Stop thinking.
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