a daylight dream

January is here, and so is 2018. For some reason, I’ve always despised Januaries for they created this dissonance in my head; how could a month signify newness but hold such an ageing demeanour all through out its course? Everyone, including the weather, feels quite haphazard in January and tired, it being nearly the end of winter, appalled at how long they should stand to hide the potential magic they behold. However, I don’t mind January at all this year. In fact, I’m full of love towards everyone and everything, which is tremendously helpful to eliminate any sad dispositions that normally haunt me at this time of the year. It’s also a time of preparations for what is to come— the future and all of its plan-friendly plans. Not all things can be planned, and resolutions for me tend to be quite unrealistic and intangible. I’ve set so many long-term goals in my life that have been changed and shaped by circumstances I couldn’t control. Goals are supposed to be measurab...

Sometimes I wake whilst it’s still dark, the winter sun soaked underneath densities of clouds and differences in time. As soon as I tap into consciousness, I instantaneously think of you realising my skin is caressing yours, our feet warmed by the layers of blankets above us, and perhaps because of a love we are dreaming of while we are asleep. Being in bed, my eyes blinking and pupils void of light and vision, your thought triggers me to list the reasons I’m grateful to be alive. Just the thought of it being yet another morning grounds my heart to attract what’s best, start anew and move on. A smile forms on my face, allowing my breath to slide gently down my chest, soaking my tissues with content and faith. It hasn’t been easy, to keep our chins up all this time. Perhaps it’s easier for you, with your domineering airs and rational mind— you simply set the tribulations aside and with my heart and our connection, I absorb whatever is bothering you, beautifying twists of fate t...