a daylight dream

It’s been almost a week since I’ve arrived to Poland and it feels as if I never left it. Everything is just the way it was, like I was moulded into this little town, and every shade of green doesn’t seem any different. Even the fragrance of the minty pines do not captivate me, for they linger in my nostrils, and bear cones in my lungs.   How has it been? It’s been beautiful, lately. Riding the plane was captivating, for there were Alps and fiords to see. I lost myself in that little plane window, reflecting back on how my heart felt. I also listened to podcasts and ventured deep into reasons, discovering how things work. Instead of excitement, I felt this solemn serenity that encompasses acceptance and resilience. Hope swelled within me, but it didn’t bring about all of those wonderful and high expectations. It was a different experience, I must admit. To see my sister and hold her tight in the airport was phenomenal. I just can’t believe we love each other so m...

With the infinite blueness before us, enclosed within droplets of water sliding gracefully over each other, resurrecting the soul of sounds we can hear as the waves swell from below, we stand. The sounds are heavenly, expansive and therapeutic. They tempt us to have our eyes closed for a while, in contemplation. I clasp my hand to find your fingers within them, and a clench in my chest releases many oppressed shivers. I remember clasping them before, only to find a thin veil of air to hold on to, and how I wished I would find your fingers instead, for the sake of safety, of warmth, of understanding. But now they are here, for real. They are as safe as I expected them to be. In the palm of your hand lie fingers that long to be held and guided, and so you hold them close, in a silence akin to a million burning stars in distant galaxies, their light evanescent and beautiful. You don’t have to say anything, as we feel the light of the rising sun caressing the very tip of our h...