a daylight dream

Did you ever hear about storks? Well, I'm sure you've seen them before. They're white, with huge wings and quite a tall, elegant neck. Their beaks are long enough to dig for worms in the ground and it has been told that storks symbolise the arrival of children or life. I'm pretty close to storks because they're quite popular in Poland and are even national symbols. I've grown quite attached to them in quite a peculiar way and that's why I'm actually starting this post mentioning them. You see, storks are migrating birds. Every April, I expect a call from my sister and dozens of pictures in celebration of the arrival of storks. When I go to Poland and drive with my family out of town, we always pass by a huge stork nest and it has become a ritual to open the windows and scream "Storks!" and then ridiculously count how many we see up the nest. Sometimes we would find babies, sometimes adults, other times we wouldn't see any so would c...

      I stand helpless , as I find myself handcuffed by tight ropes and every time I struggle I end up hurting myself more. My surroundings create a more nerve-racking reason to tick my aura off into anger, like a furious beast hunting its next prey. The memory of all that happened seem to recollect itself back into my mind, as I allow myself to get lost into the dark path down memory lane.              The lesser my resistance and faith in myself, the less strength I can gain from this prison. The more I feel my soul drowning in the ocean of pain. The deeper the sting I feel , as I try to free myself, the more I lose hope in ever regaining my grace again. As the time passes in this captivation, the more I realize that my mind is playing tricks on me.                  The higher the rage I endure , as I feel the shame and pain of the situation I am in. The memories I have doesn’t m...