a daylight dream

  It’s already the end of June, and what a congenial month it had been. It drifted lithely, challenging me to find new ways to be myself. The past six months have been quite productive and bustling; a pounding heart full of love, hope and optimism as well as a mind challenged with responsibilities and fears. I must say that I’m grateful for everything that has been, it’s been all profoundly impacting and looking back, I just can’t decipher I had witnessed so much magic. June was the month in which the little universe around me decided to thrive in all directions. Perhaps we all try to thrive and become better versions of who we are by being more loving and intuitive. However, I realised that we could also try to experiment swerving towards different roads of growth and fulfilment. I thought of it myself, as I started to feel so overwhelmed by passion and fiery intuition. I decided to calm down and embrace the distance. It was different at first, but I enjoyed it im...

Even though airplanes must signify the aura of unseen adventures, they particularly feel like home, like safety, like time to rest and do nothing but observe out of the window. My seat is the kingdom in which I situate all of my smiles and dreams. The plane takes off as it is dark and the moon smiles at me lovingly, already waning in its everlasting cycle. There’s a star attached to it in some orbital manner I cannot quite comprehend, but I’m sure it’s mystic and it means something— and it’s beautiful. The airplane takes off, liberating me as I soar in my viewpoints. It is quite different to see the realm from up above, a certain change in perception occurs that allows divergent thoughts to take shape and I  rest — I just do. I forget all about the world and just let observance reign my state of mind. My whole existence is based upon the sense of  seeing , and only that. I spend the hours looking from the window, the darkness evolving bit by bit as the morning ...