It’s been quite some time since I’ve enjoyed your company. Not because of a fall out, but because I haven’t been here.
The quiet whirring of the fan as it circulates stale air around me. The singing of crickets and birds flapping their wings. The sound of the window blinds tapping against each other as the cool breeze enters through the window. The orchestra of sounds from a nearby avenue – distant honking of horns, cars speeding by, a muffler with a hole, the indistinguishable banter of passers-by. The clanking of bottles.
The peace this brings. It’s comfort, a welcomed guest.
I’m aware.
I’m still here.