Insomnia

The world is silent. The world is still. Everything is still in colour, but feels like black and white. So much water under the bridge, so much movement, and now -- chilling, bitter stillness. I don´t wish you were here. It´s better that you´re not, for both of us. But I do hate that we ended on such a bad note, because you really did mean something. I meant something, and everything will be set in grey for a while without it. I hope, despite all, that you think well of me. I hope, inspite of everything, that you remember me kindly. I hope, I really wish, that when you look back you smile. And that the smile reaches your eyes.