Postcard 1: far away?

Dear _____,

I am writing this postcard to you from on of the highest buildings 

in the world. The view is actually nice, so many city lights and people 

we move together and drift apart,
here there is no silence, I laugh to combat memory loss.

It rains a lot on the island. It pours on my pillow, 

every night. It shakes at the end of paper margins- 

this humble need for ink and pen. I am well, 

food is just great, a burst of flavors, really. 

But I am well, very well actually.

all my love,

P.s. waterproof mascara stains on my face doesn't replace your voice
or your hug.