a daylight dream

A dear month, February. It always is somewhat beautiful and I have no idea why. It just is, at least here in Egypt, where spring commences ever so gracefully and slowly. I must say I’m grateful for everything that had happened in the course of this month. To start with, I finally began taking care of myself after five months of what seemed like an endless stream of duties and responsibilities. I just actively decided that if I don’t give myself rest, no one ever will and I’ll end up burning out all the time. So, I just told myself to stick to certain practices like taking the weekend nights off to unwind, taking moments to recollect myself in contemplation and working on being more healthy and lively in general and I am so glad that it had worked. Isn’t it amazing to just take care and truly love oneself, for no reason at all but to experience peace and more empathy?   Another thing that made February beautiful is all the plants I made friends with. Of course, ye...

World says ‘ no ’, It sends me a warning, Somewhere in the middle, Of the path to my ideals. It sends me voices, Embedded in fear, ‘ You must not ,’ ‘ Live your dreams .’ And I hear wails, Rivers of complaints, Souls wrapped up in guilt, And tormenting shame. I suddenly believe, It was never meant to be; The passion I thought Earth, Would hold for me. Warnings; Doctrines and papers, What should be done, And what should not, Not a soul on here, Is truly free, We are what they call, Uncountable borders, And invisible wars. Whilst the world is a picture, Learned thoroughly, I decide I must share, The photography, Of metaphors, Instead of their, Tailored truths. I’m constantly warned, Not to listen to my beating heart, Nor the whispers, Of inscrutable words, ‘ Save your disappointment ,’ ‘ We were just like you .’ In terms of vivid dreams, That burst too soon. But now I realise, Perhaps I’ve bee...