gracey
His voice, his singing, his laugh.
I love hearing his chuckle whenever I make a silly joke, or his snicker when I insult him.
I love blasting the music in his car, singing on top of our lungs songs with lyrics that we do not know.
I love the feeling of being around him, having his gentle whispers in my ears.
I love our conversations about everything, letting every little thoughts slide right out of my mouth.
Being next to him is like being in this soundproof room, that the whole world seems to disappear.
But now he is walking away, my voice diminishing every step he takes.
I stay in the soundproof room so that I will not hear him and his piercing footsteps.
Yet no matter what I do, his voice still lingers in my mind.
All I hope is that once in a while, my voice will come across his mind, so that he will pause, look back and smile, remembering everything we had.
I do not have soundproof headphones. It is noisy in this building, this is what it is like to live in Hong Kong. Sometimes I wish I do not have to listen to my brother play piano, others time I enjoy it. Maybe I need soundproof ears that can switch on and off.