a daylight dream

Sometimes I just sit back with music in my ears, closing my eyes. But in a fleeting moment, I realise that I need not listen to music when there is a wind around, only there for my entertainment. I see the leaves swaying, embarking a symphony of rustles and crackles, like a tickling sensation on the soles of my feet. I can feel the wind brushing my cheeks, setting them pale, nipping their colour away. Oh, and I sit back in contemplation, taking my time to colour those winds by my imagination. Some days, they are a regal turquoise, blowing from the north, bringing in the sound of seagulls and crashing Northern waves. Other days, the wind has a peculiar, sweet fragrance of fermented sunshine, heading towards us from the south, coloured in a yellow, tinted by some peachy fuzz. Sometimes I believe winds could be green, and they are the winds so fresh and inspiring, greeting us with arrivals of seasons like spring and autumn, allowing the vapour in the air to condense in fluffy clo...

Ramadan lights. :) The full moon is already getting smaller day by day, signalling the end of the month of Ramadan. This phenomena is inspiring so many count downs these days, at least personally. How much time do I have left to finish my exams? To travel? To come back? And start the cycle all over again. Count downs are rather thrilling, but they waste the time I should spend doing something more worthwhile. I'm that kind of person who fantasises and fills her head up with so many day dreams when expectant and hopeful; I allow so much emotion to embrace my soul and keep me happy although I'm fully aware of how unrealistic these expectations are, and they almost never get fulfilled unless I reflect. Reflections are a beyond splendid method for me to basically believe in magic; just sitting back and recollecting events that had happened in the past gives me a spellbinding satisfaction since I just add emotions to adorn the situations, based on my ideals. In my r...

It's been ten months since I actually started taking care about my diet, and that's a good thing and I'm certainly improving though it gets hard sometimes. I must admit, I'm not yet comfortable around food; the energy I get afterwards makes me quite fearful and anxious but I'm learning to deal with it even though sometimes, I just really want to give up and stop eating all together. I miss being an ordinary person; eating when I truly want to, having good meals without the guilt and not having food occupy a large portion of my mind. But it's better, and the hope that I might reach that ordinary state one day sustains me for the moment. Moroccan semolina pancakes. So, at least I have become dependant on food and that makes me human again (hooray!). I've noticed that when I don't eat much, I always get extra hungry the next day and tend to over eat and it's yet another signal that my body is getting accustomed to eating. I'm not really...