a daylight dream

Harnessed by the worlds that part us, We are, Roaming in the wilderness, Of faint lines; Light beams that colour, An unfathomable love, A piece of restful art, Coloured by time, And patient hearts. We are left artists, For the universe to discover, We tread different roads, That bring us back to each other. Falling gently, A little back behind, The night dims the canvas, Hidden in your eyes, Close them, dear, The new day shall rise, The morning sun, For the world shines, A graceful leap towards, A direction of faith, And it will be alright. In this distance, Our art is rewritten, Photographed and edited, Sung and performed, Melodies echoing. Perhaps we need lone times, To strive towards, This wonderful masterpiece. The distance leaves a question, Do we need to keep perfecting? Alas, it’s just us, The artists this love made us become.

I’m quite bereaved that March is saying goodbye for it’s been such an endearing and wonderful month over here, given the challenges I faced but ultimately contrasted to the beauty in dreaming and moving past them. One thing I’d like to pinpoint here is that I’m kind of taking a break from writing. For one moment, I got this feeling that expressing myself with a vivid introspection is a little bit selfish. I never intend to be selfish but I felt like I’m focusing too much about my own perception without considering others’. That’s why, for now, I’m spending my time listening to podcasts and shaping my mind with other people’s views and ideologies so as not to get lost in my own vision. It’s a new and needed shift and I recommend that we all just shift outside of ourselves, especially if you’re an introvert, and start seeking knowledge and other areas of growth beyond your own mind. Getting back to March, it was a time for ideals to sprout. There was not a day in which I did...