In my very silent world

In my very silent world (but really silent, where the music struggles with its high amount of decibels to get through me – a side effect of my prolonged cold or flu or whatever it is) the reality seems clearer (and I am not on pills – T. will say “too bad”).
He was actually right to tell me that I need to be ok, I need to have something else to offer than sorrow.
Waking up happy just to breath (while coughing), seeing the weak sun, thinking about that cute boy struggling with his feelings (and mine), no headache, no strong pain, just my silence, well, waking up like that has its advantages. I’m happy! An interior, very lonely happiness, but still here.