a daylight dream

On days like today, I’m rather tired. Tired from being too imperfect in so many aspects; the mistakes I keep doing, affirmations I’m forgetting and commitments I fail to keep up with. I’m sometimes tired of having to fix so many things in order to truly be free. There is always something new and more challenging, requiring more time and consistent effort. It needs me to be gentle and compassionate towards my flaws, and it’s something I haven’t learned just yet. Because every time I witness how much I’ve got left, it alienates me; for I’m not instantly rewarded, thus it gives the impression that I’m going nowhere, overcoming one obstacle after the other, only to find more and more in the way. Perhaps it’s because it’s not only my own imperfections that I’m trying to change but also the world’s. I get along with positivity an proactivity, but I tend to overuse this smile constantly glued on my face until it dries up and I feel like it’s not working anymore. It’s diffi...

I see the morning moon, It reminds me of you, Shining against the luminous blue, Despite not having to. You need not the darkness, Nor the ordinary contrast, You honour your phases, With sudden disappearance. I learned to watch you wane, And silence your thoughts, Only then do smiles, Express the most. You need to learn, What sparks your glow, For you shall not, On your very own. Though we’ve found ourselves, Loosely guided by the tides, The decision not to dominate, Left us outcast by the crowd. Thus we were found alone, Time proves how much we’ve grown. Disappear as much as you like, I’m a gazer of wandering eyes, I’ll spot your fervent return: A lingering habit of my mind. Your fullness and your crescents, Are meanings to your soulful presence. Heaven is where we shall ask, The questions confusing us, And we perform in this life, Missions we dared to trust. Till we meet then, in real life, For now I ...

An amiable month has passed, one that probably meant a lot through its normality. Nothing spectacular happened, but I’d like to share with you a lyric from a song so dear to me at the moment: “In this game of hide and seek, I can’t help but think, The ordinary, Has swallowed the key.” I adore finding meaning within the ordinary and simple happenings of everyday life, venerate moments of epiphany and sudden realisations of inner truths and thereof. April has given me that, through its subtle changeable monotony, one that I try to accustom to but failed considerably, since something is always challenging me round the corner. In April, I realised that it’s totally significant to remain who I am in this world, and I’ve got every right to relish this right. I believe it’s rather a blessing to recognise one’s worth and live everyday acknowledging it. I’m trying to cultivate the seeds of acceptance and the hardest thing is perhaps getting bombarded with irration...