a daylight dream

              With every flick of fire disappearing into thin air, her mind wanders off to the memories related to her recent place and time. Every song, smell,place seem to be a reminder of what a naive person can suffer from as a result of loving the wrong person. That with every belief came a high price to pay, endless nights, absence of emotions that makes you look dead. It’s similar to the dark forest with no guidance, or a raging ocean that has waves so high that it devours all that in its way.     All what people can see is all the courage she mastered up to cover up the hurricane inside her . That willpower she recomposes as her other side awaits the anguishing moment to heartlessly torture them all. It’s like she wants to be away when it all happens, yet be able to hear their screams, feel the ground shake from how unmercifully she decided to put justice in to action and in the place of murder. You can see the glo...

Lately, I've been trying to get closer to myself, to just spent a few moments on my way to work trying to listen to my soul, shushing those voices that tell me to listen to a podcast or an audiobook to make use of my time. I'd listen to calming ambient melodies and observe my thoughts drift from one to another like the soaring January clouds.   The more time would pass, the more I'd get bemused. I'd step out of the bus on the way to the classroom thinking, "who am I?" and the answers would bounce back and forth till the blur of the motion turned blinding. Even though I was supposed to head to make a difference in the world and whatnot, I didn't even know who I was. I've had those thoughts ever since I was fourteen. I even remember giving myself several names based on different versions of myself, who were bright in some moods and morosely sombre in others. Would the answer lie in listing endless points of strengths and weaknesses? Definite...