a daylight dream

Sometimes it’s formidable to know the difference between dreams and what’s real, sometimes you wake up wishing that what had happened the day before was only a nightmare; a darkened hole in which time escaped and took us down with it. Yet, we still wake, with our hearts heavy, chests stoned with heaves locked and anxieties bustling the silence of what we cannot hear. Because last night was rough; my head was full of erratic thoughts and fears— being solemnly scared that I would never solve the heap of troubles brought to my table, because it was too much. Too much for the conflict in my mind to balance out reality and what’s unearthly— and I keep promising to remain as hopeful and natural as ever, never allowing for negativity to precipitate and accumulate within, never allowing it to  define  me. But on nights like those, it’s a step way from giving in. Closing the doors of bliss, irrational affirmations come sweeping down the trees swaying in my mind te...

I just realised the importance of taking our time to recognise our problems and the sources of weaknesses. Too often, we get caught up in the vicious cycle of feeling awful, exhausted and alone, not knowing how to escape from those intuitive messages, not knowing how to numb them for good. We try to amend things by complaining, filling the void with negativity and inexistent solutions. We keep chasing our tails thinking that those kind of troubles are foreordained; yet listening to others’ complaints and sad stories, almost believing that it’s normal to live in pain and malaise. But that’s not true . I don’t think we exist to hate our lives; to spend our days waiting for it to be over— that pain, loneliness, lack of purpose. It gets to the point when we feel as if we are just getting carried away by the routines, recurring problems and toxicity tailing us wherever we go. However, how many of us do actually spend sometime totally enclosed in one’s self; just to assess t...