a daylight dream

Sorry for the profusely unromantic post title but I could not find anything more appropriate than this. I woke up on Thursday, hoping I'd go for a run though I had fears not to go since it was pouring as I fell asleep. It was beautifully serene to fall asleep with the sound of rain pattering on the window sill, and when I did finally rise in the morning at 4.30 AM, the sky was greyish blue and a fierce wind was howling actively so I fell asleep again with tired eyes knowing I wouldn't go. At around noon, my sister and I went for a walk and some cycling underneath the stormy sky and betwixt the refreshing winds. We did some acrobatics on the monkey bars, ran in the track, cycled in the greens and awaited our duck adventure. :) My sister was profusely hungry so we bought some kind of pastry and headed to the lake near the park. My sister ate carelessly but as we approached the ducks idling in the lake, we couldn't have been more attentive. My sister started quacking an...

I listen too much sometimes and stay quiet, not because I don't like to speak but that it's easier to let those human and inhuman voices soak my mind and feel them resonate in my brain, bringing about a million thoughts. You'd think because of that, I usually speak of wisdom and truth but honestly, I am the most ridiculous talker you'd ever meet and I lack those conversational skills, except when talking to people I love most. But other than that, I'm really boring, thick and giggly so I prefer to smile and nod my head, then continue the rest of the conversation when it's over, reviewing the lines I should have said differently to make it more magical. I'm also the worst talker there ever was when it comes it comes to my own self. I keep listening to my intuition, keep searching in its depths and climb its mountains but then when I am supposed to talk and actually respond, I fail. It might be because of fear or anxiety, but mostly because I don't ...

I glance at the vase of roses, On the table. They shall die, And shall we, too? I know already, time is coming, But this moment is eternally ours. You let your fingertips touch my veil, Slide it down, and I appear. The gaze so warming, A spectrum of browns, never-fading. I love listening to your voice, In a storm, the rain pouring, The air stifling, You alleviate it; the humidity, And rising vapours. Your fingers touch my scars, Already healed, But I can feel them burning. Burning as the seedlings sprout, The emerald leaflets come to life, The roses shimmering in blazing reds, Once the colour of my own blood. Since it's you, here, not apart. Daylight blocks the immeasurable part, Betwixt our bodies, stricken with love, With disbelief, "Isn't this love surreal?" And oh, don't you know? My eyes are set on you. And it's easier to breathe, To exhale, The rust accumulated within, Precipitated from...

This is my first travel post and I'm really thrilled to actually make an interesting one. First of all, Poland is such a beautiful country characterised by it's vivid nature and history. It's not that kind of country that is bustling with life and energy but one you can spend your time in for relaxation and contemplation.