starts with goodbye...

Today I listened to 'Wish You Were Here' by Pink Floyd...and I really wished that you were here.

The strangest part is that when I say this, I have no idea who 'you' is supposed to be. Because there is no one in particular I was thinking of. No one at all... even when I tried to think. No one. Not a friend, not a foe, not anyone else.

Maybe one day I will know. Because, maybe one day, there will be someone...anyone. Someone who I can sit with in complete silence and yet feel all my worries slowly drift away. Where explanations are not necessary. Where the absence of words is sometimes so much more beautiful and comforting than words of consolation. When the most depressing and sinister conversations leave you feeling oddly serene. When the thought of loneliness makes you smile... smile because you know it is a feeling so far away that it cannot touch you. Not now at least. Maybe some other time. But definitely not now.

...yes, I know it is all just meaningless talk right now. Mere folly, one might say. But no harm in futile thinking, right? After all, who knows what tomorrow brings....