From His Eyes

From his eyes (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2

Cruz

I look at my little brother and see his wide smile cross his face. I'm sitting in his room while he is building a pillow fort from a combination of my pillows and his. It's a cold Saturday morning here in Romford, and I peek through the window to see small snowflakes falling all around the house. All the trees are covered in a thick layer of white snow. It's quite chilly today so I decided to come chill with Wilbur as his room is much warmer than mine. I'm lounging on a pillow against the heater, and I've got a book I haven't opened lying on my lap. I feel my lips hook as I watch my little brother play with no worry in the world. It reminds me of the good old days of childhood.

School is out and we are on holiday for six whole weeks. I'm planning on spending some time for myself for a change and getting some of my writing done.

I also play the drums and I really enjoy it. Music is something that has been a part of me since the day I was born... the reason you may ask... well I have Synesthesia which basically means I can see colours and shapes when I listen to music. It's such an amazing gift to have as it makes life so much more interesting. It is getting stronger with age and it's becoming more magical by the day. When I play the drums, I feel and see. The colours touch my soul, and I can just play.

I taught myself how to play the drums... and I can sing but I don't. I'm too damn shy. I turn my attention to the recorder playing in the corner of the room. You may ask yourself; who uses recorders when there are easier ways to listen to music? Well even though my brother is little he has always found a liking to antique and quirky things. It's one thing you don't see often in this day and age, but he loves it and I think it's cute. His room is not so bigger than mine and the walls are full of old CDs that he has collected over the years. At this current moment Here Comes The Sun by The Beetles is playing softly in the background and I can hear my brother's soft humming to the melody of the song. I can see a deep purple hovering around my brother. He's happy. I can feel my lips hook knowing he is ok. Our house isn't big, and you can clearly see that if you go and look from the outside. We live on a block of houses that are smashed together with light pastel colours. It has a tiny garden round the back of the house that my mom calls her 'baby' because she has filled it with brightly coloured flowers that she claims to be hers. There's only one thing I like about the garden, and that is the tree in the center of my mom's explosion of colours. It's a cherry blossom tree that lightly covers the grass in a blanket of pink petals. In the warmer months of Scotland, I love to put a fluffy blanket under the tree and read a book or two. It's such a peaceful place because we live in a quiet neighborhood so there are barely any cars. Sometimes if I'm home alone I'll go outside and close my eyes. I can see the bright colours of the wind swooping past me and if I listen closely, I can even hear the birds chirping. The colours of yellow and white flood my mind. It brings me a sense of peace.