rèver.

in a different world. - jimmy page

as jimmy stared out the window, all he could do was think.

his mind didn't seem to want to stop working; his thoughts endless.

he sat against the window seat, guitar in hand. mindles chords being strummed as he stared at the still picture the window offered to show.

the willow tree, softly swaying with each gust of wind. the small pond reflecting the moon. it had all looked so surreal to him.

it looked pretty, too pretty maybe. even though he's seen this same sight before many times, this time it was just beautiful.

maybe it's because he was actually taking the time to look and appreciate the nature his backyard offered him. maybe he was just going through midnight melancholy.

either way, he strummed slow songs on his acoustic, the strings dull.

with each chord that followed, more ideas flew into his heas. none of them being important, but none of them being irrelevant.

he hummed contently, the first noise the house had heard from his mouth in a while.

it was the first time that jimmy was able to relax like this. not being on anything dangerous, not stressed, not anything...

just the soft buzz of a heater, his guitar, and the beautiful backyard.

but, just as he started thinking more, he started to regret.

what he was regretting? he doesn't quite know himself.

many things, perhaps, but none he could put a name to.

jimmy stared down at the strings he was plucking on. all fuzzy and worn down, definitely in need of a change.

yet, once he looked up at the painting-like window, all he saw was a hint of his reflection.

he saw half of his face, but more importantly, he saw his eye.

as if he were a child, he got closer to the window and stared. trying to see if he could see more of his reflection.

but, as his eyes shifted to stare at what was outside the window, he saw nothing similar to what he was seeing before.

the willow tree's leaves now flew violently, their branches shaking. the pond now rippled and even sploshed around, absolutely wrecking the moonlight's reflection. clouds had now covered the stars.

once his eyes shifted back to look at his reflection, he decided to go to bed. it was no longer peaceful nor enjoyable to be there anymore.

once finally got to bed, his hair sprawled out on the pillows, he let out a long sigh. he would never get to feel the loveliness of peace.

as he pulled the covers on him, he felt himself being pulled into the comfort of sleep.

but at that moment he swore, he had seen his life destroy itself in his own eyes.