The sunlight tickles my skin as the brightness peeks through the curtains.
The room is quiet – with only the gentle whirring of the standing fan, the typing of my keyboard and my iTunes playlist playing jazz. I am here, staring at the screen and biting my lips occasionally. Trying to capture the peace I feel within me with the words that I know.
But I pause.
And pause again.
I cannot seem to describe this feeling. The translation is just difficult. As if words may cheapen this entire moment, and I keep switching words and removing words and adding words only to delete them all again.
It is as if this feeling is a language of its own and can only be felt, not told.
It is just nice being alone once in a while.