Inexistent Dreams.

Words would always flow to me when I asked them to; I’d find a torrent of sentences and ideas steaming around the inside of my mind, allowing the ideas to float subtly, and I’d make connections just as they appeared on the wave crests, to bring about an inspiring realisation.

Somehow, these days, I’m quite akin to taking it slow in accepting the gushing torrents of thoughts. They are inexistent and based solely on the present; on what to do and what not to do. Nature is overwhelmingly wonderful with its messages, but I’m too attached with the current moment that I find it formidable to shift into dreamlike dispositions, to weave in visualisations and goals, to deem them as possible.

It’s really uncomfortable because dreaming is an inherent part of my identity. The future is a trajectory made only for my own make-beliefs, where I am able to live the life I’ve always wanted to live. Perhaps what is causing this alteration is that— the present is much more like a dream rather than real. So many things I intended are coming to life; the little magical moments I wished to have, the love sprouting in my heart, the smiles genuine and warm— it’s all there, here and now.

I’m going to take my time assimilating the beauty of the present and rest my mind from creating more dreams. I have many of them, still waiting till action thrusts them into reality. I don’t mind the disappointment— I believe that we cannot see the righteous way all alone, we need the world to show us that not all things we wish for are meant to make our lives better. Acceptance and gratitude shall be my companions along the way.

I’m currently watching the morning sky adorned with the circling swifts, the half-moon glowing slightly, touched by some clouds. The breeze is warm and summery. I would have written a poem observing all of this yet, there is nothing to think about.

I shall close my eyes and smile, perhaps this thought is more than enough.