a daylight dream

Here we are, by the sea, near our element that describes almost everything about our very own hearts. Our presence here is transcendent, as the echoes of the water flowing and ebbing by the shore resonate and calm us down, bring us to a certain truth that has always been there. And the stillness surrounding us suffices; it paints a smile across our cheeks, eyes closed and minds at ease. Perhaps you don’t understand why I persist to watch the sun rising from the horizon every single day. Or maybe you do, you know that it’s something inherently sacred, a ritual that inspires and motivates me to bring liveliness into the mundane. A few moments ago, it was peacefully dark, it was quiet and persistent. Now, it’s a collision of colours and a celebration of vigour and hope— it’s a reminder I need every single day, not to take times of overwhelm and darkness for granted, to tolerate the weary ways down the hills of dreams and aspirations. And you’re sitting next to me, your heart ...

And it’s as if my skin has outstretched to behold the capacity of the universe. As if my skin has gone to explore the atmosphere and the deep oceans below, until it habituated me to feel everything. I am touched by the rising sun every morning; every shade of light a different feeling being expressed— every angle and divergence of colour; the way it colourises my room and changes the complexion of my skin, as I am out there gazing with wandering eyes, sometimes wide open, sometimes closed gently with a smile. I am touched by the moon in the dark night sky; with every phase I am touched differently, immersed in different sensations, lost in dimensions of disparate thoughts and ideas. I am touched by its serenity and silent inspiration, shifting a mindset with peace and rest, pulsing the mind to let go of its thoughts and revert to a reflection of the day light memories— just as the moon reflects the sun light. I am touched by words, written in poems and stories. I am...

September was the way downhill after spending many many months climbing the hills of ambitions, dreams and hope. I personally relish the hard work it takes to climb up, find peace and serenity in the challenges and the hectic times. Before September, there was this wonderful, royal peak of love and wonder and I had to let it go. September taught me to let it go. So, I spent the first two weeks in restless emptiness and confusion. I felt lost and wondered whether I was in the right place. The thoughts I had were awfully surreal and they did allow me to grieve for a while, and I’m grateful I had the chance to grieve a little bit alone, in silence. The nights were tiring and lonely, but I got through eventually, my heart telling me that it was going to be okay, that it was just a goodbye and a way down. And suddenly I woke up, around mid-September, feeling rather fulfilled and ready to embrace the emptiness around me. I realised that it was just an opportunity to paint a...