Unfolding Reality
I. Darkness, my old friend, arrives earlier than usual these days. When the sun sets, she enters my room quietly, flings her velvet cloak and settles down, making herself at home. The warm glow from the street lamp seeps into the room while the pale moon shines faintly above the city skyline. We sit in comfortable silence and yet, I can't help but feel your absence. With nothing better to do, I pick on loose strands of memories and reality starts to unravel. A yellow post-it note. A postcard with the photo of a blue ocean. An orange T-shirt. A Christmas wish decorated in red and green. And just like the inside of the kaleidoscope you once gave me, the room comes alive with colorful memories ricocheting against these four walls. II. It's raining. The rain and I, we have become strangers. He no longer tells me stories about all the far away places he has traveled, the people he has met and the things he has seen. Our midnight conversations have ceased