a daylight dream

The icy wings bellow from the south, and the sombre clouds come sweeping overhead, obscuring the gentle moonlight’s glow. I’ve woken up quite early today and the first sound I hear is that of the winds, and I realise how unbearably cold I am, my feet stoned and frozen and my body longing for warmth to hold. Yet, with those unsettling phenomena showcased before me, there is a love kindling in my heart. I cannot explain it nor even try to, but the corners of my little home are safe enough to protect me and all of a sudden, this feels intensively gratifying. I’ve learned that when gratitude greets the heart, it ought to be greeted back and held warmly, instead of questioned. December teaches me to go back to myself. All year, I try different roads and wear different costumes of different selves on the pathway towards my dreams. Perhaps, this year, I decided to be in charge, lead, raise my voice and conquer my insecurities in the name of becoming a leader. I have gone a lo...

We are lying on the grass in a still, icy, December morning. We do not talk but just lay there, synchronicity binding our hearts. We take the time to feel our eyes watching the crimson clouds turn more vibrant with every bit the sun takes towards our horizon, and my hands are cold, and I cannot feel my face. Yet, I’ve never felt so warm in your loving, all-encompassing arms. I don’t know why I chose you, dearest. I don’t know why I chose to love you and open my heart to you— tell you about my deepest flaws and insecurities, those weird anxieties and incomprehensible fears. I don’t know why I chose to hold your hand and bury my smiling face into your chest. All I can say is that you allowed me to love you despite everything else, which means the world. You told me to love you despite the distance, time and obstacles that might face us, and that was like giving me the sun in my hands, and I don’t know what to do with this ever-illuminating glow. I have always wanted this. I ...