a daylight dream

Tomorrow, I'll be starting my second (for the year) and final semester in university, which is quite different. I can't believe I have finished four years of university already, and a part of me doesn't want this phase to end because it was beautiful. A little bit rough, challenging and demanding, but there was beauty entwined  with it all. Personally, my favourite part of university is that I was a dedicated learned. Every day was an opportunity to learn something of my choice. I'm not talking about my university courses, it's rather the way learning was incorporated into the structure of my day. I'm a learner at heart; take that away from me and I'll wilt and whither. I've noticed how lifeless I feel when work gets too demanding and there is no chance to learn something new outside of it. I get stuck in an endless circle of monotony. That's why I'm taking my intentions for the last semester quite seriously. Yes, I believe it wi...

      The scenery standing before her , the deep blue ocean, the sailing ships closer to the edge of the earth , carrying on a pursuit of their own. The sound of the crashing waves creates a feeling of calmness and relatability , as this is the unspoken sensations roaming her spirit. With each step she takes towards the edge of the mountain, her mind gets comfort from the insanity and the possibility that this could be her last step.     However, it seems that in these little moments her mind created a safe haven for her to roam in wildly, to outshine the expectations of herself before others. As she wraps herself up in a blanket, as the breeze makes her hair flow, as her hands touch the little delicate flowers around her . She finds herself sane, happy and thoughtful. She finds herself infuriated with power that is limitless to the stars in the sky. She finds herself enjoying more and more the simplest moments that glue her together.      ...

22.01.2020 Some moments in life were meant to be captured, not by memory, but by love. Some moments were meant to be shared by grateful hearts and eyes open wide, looking out for magnificent glimpses around us. And as the year begins, I can step out into those wide streets with a designed air of wonder and curiosity, wondering how twists of fate shall unravel themselves before our very own eyes. I remember the first spring we shared together. I remember how I slowly revealed to you the beauty I saw in it, and how your heart opened so vastly to take it all in. I remember you marveling at the little buds sprouting beneath your feet, bathing under the sunshine and watching the sun dawn a little bit earlier each day. I remember you sharing a bit of every bird-song you hear with me, and I recall how alive I felt, watching the yellow flowers dance confidently before me, and I twirling around in the infant daylight, in love with the universe. But that was a while ago and we are...