a daylight dream

Your hands, Cold as the ocean, I’m dressed like, A summer sun. Let us meet, By some foreign shore, The water binds us, As one. Moon-lit conversations, Of depths unexplored, You are a sailor, A heart that needs not a home. For my love is, Your one sanctuary, When worlds leave you, Cold and weary. To me you talk, Release your tides, Their bitterness not something, I keep in mind. I try not to, Do the same, I’m afraid my words, Are a little less sane. They are eruptions, And gentle flows, Will you listen, And accept me all? For I am flawed, I am not the sun, I sometimes need, A little time, Offshore and desolate, For sweet blossoms, To emanate. Sometimes your love, Is overwhelming, It is a sea, When I am stale. It soaks me all, And I am drowning, My silence is, What seems to save me. I am meant, To be challenged, Fitting in the universe, Of your dreams. I teach you all, About a littl...

To be busy is not a virtue though it might be mistaken as one. In this fast-paced world, we are somehow unconsciously obliged to take on miscellaneous ventures; to do one thing after the other in a swift motion, leaving us no space for our bodies and minds to breathe. I’ve learned that it is relatively easy to stay busy. It is easy to stress ourselves, as if we had been programmed to accept burying ourselves into the torments of workload. It is not easy to be busy, conversely, but it is much less courageous. It is much less mindful to keep working and working, limiting the scope of our minds to obligations and responsibilities, fooling ourselves with the concept that it is essential, that there's no enough time, etc. I fell into that trap myself, thinking that burying my nose into work and studying was the best choice to make. However, a lot exists beyond that. A realm of mindfulness and epiphanies exists when we stop ourselves to take a break and focus on what’s truly...