Sunrise Stories.

The dusky sky is blazoned with planets and faint stars flickering from afar. A distant moon is peeking gently from the west, evoking an intention to become more grounded, pulling us down by gravity, allowing our feet to sink in the ground with gratitude.

We are walking on a road that sparked many conversations, but now we are having our very own real ones. Nothing much has changed, perhaps reality and its troubles more overwhelming, our energies waning, potential fluctuating— but it’s still us, most of the time, at least when we’re together, we turn back to a time we trusted faithfully, so it saved itself for us, granting us an eternity we never dreamed of.

And while we are walking, we share this deep connection to what’s surrounding us. The sun rising from the east is simply painting a canvas before us with the freshly-coated colours of spring— the world is glistening in our eyes. We cannot help but marvel and gasp in admiration at how free beauty sometimes is. Perhaps it’s not free, we had to endure darkness and pain in order to reach out for the bigger picture. All what is magnificent is ever so costly, yet freeing and liberating.

In your presence, I take the time to love you, without even having to say it out loud. It’s all experienced within those fleeting moments when we want the best for each other and are surpassed by this gratifying acceptance and unconditionality. We don’t need anything from each other— just ourselves, with all our flaws and quirks. It’s embarrassing sometimes, but there’s a jewel residing somewhere within.

We walk to a spot in which a grassy patch decided to rest. The sun had already flooded the realm and all is blue and yellow in terms of hope and peace. Not everyday is like this, isn’t it? Not everyday we are granted the chance to simply be so soulful and wild, but we didn’t let that fade. After a time, we sit down on the grass, smiles on our faces, and you hand me a flower of spring— a fresh dandelion, in my hands. I smile and caress it, knowing that it is not but a token of appreciation and joy.

Most of the time, I’m in my room trying to work things out, quite scared of adventures and risks. Maybe not anymore. Maybe I don’t spend a lot of time thinking as much as I did, and I just plunge into it, guided by the beats of my heart. Yes, I am scared. Yes, I realise that I will make mistakes and that it will be a messy endeavour— there will be a time when I’ll collapse and not even trust myself. Yet, you hear me. You tell me to go because you trust me. You know I may not succeed because I certainly do have my flaws, but you want to empower me with the lessons I’ll eventually learn. Perhaps this is why I’ll never stop gently being myself with you.

On that grassy patch, we were authentically vulnerable, sharing connection, peace and a wild stillness. You hide so much beneath your smile which without, you hide all together. Do not hide, my dearest one. The anthems of crushed dreams and negativity are still so clear and pristine, at least to me. We both know we understand each other so speak to me and save your flowers, my dearest one.

We are better people together, no matter what phase of the moon we are in.

Please do not hide again. Isn’t there always a morning to thrive in?