As I laid on my bed, suddenly awake at 3+am this morning, a thousand thoughts crossed my mind. When sleep eluded me, hundreds of haunting images took turns on the stage of my consciousness.

Suddenly, the silence seemed non-existent, the table lamp too bright, the fan too strong, the air too cold; nothing seemed right. Looking at my now puny windows, both covered by rough, tinted glass, I realized how long it has been since I last saw the world outside from my room. And curtains were missing too; they were unnecessary for the glass separated the visual world as an iron wall would.

I remember a time, a long time ago, back when I have not moved. It was a time of huge glass windows, of light, of clouds, sky, streets, people, stray cats, and of course of curtains. It was a time where separation between the streets, the passer-bys and the happenings below was but a breath away. It was a time, where lying on my bed beneath the window, I can see the clouds above in the day and the moon and the stars in the night. It was a time where many idyllic, breezy afternoons are spent in solitude and non-thought, silent songs playing on in my mind, hands beneath my head and one of my legs raised, trying to catch the flapping curtains with my toes as it throws light and shadows across me.

It was beautiful.

My friend, I really wish to show you how it feels, I really do....