climb from within.

 here’s to some introspection..

this heart of mine swells in the in-betweenness of two worlds, which are equally enticing, enchanting and beautiful. one world, its hands laced in artful contemplations, slow waltzes across sensual journeys that relish and savour every moment into the essence of timelessness. 

in this world, I walk through life as if I am strolling along the sidelines of summer orchards and meadows: every moment bathed in glorious gratitude, loved, revered and transformed into a meaningful memory. in this world, time becomes a painting so masterful. I don’t do much there but intend and craft visions, my face softened in the gentle light of receivership and grace. I loving being in this world, for I’ve caught glimpses of its colours and it has healed me in ways I never knew were possible.

yet, here comes the part of me that doesn’t feel safe in surrendering it all like this in softness. there’s this other side that finds it toilsome to let go of control— in the end, this world is magical, a fairytale, a gift lived from within. when the mind wakes, it’s all a daylight dream to wake up from.

and so I transition to my other world: a world lived in a fast-paced, monochrome kind of journeying. every moment is skipped through with my steps: a milestone, an achievement. in this hurried world, I feel more sure yet worn out. I feel the powerlessness of power, and the world is brighter with the results of what I work through. I love this world, too. it is some lettering I can add to the lists of what defines me, and it makes me appear, shine with uniqueness and glory. the sweetness of the peaks climbed is astoundingly rewarding but fleeting. it never lasts through the night when I find myself lonely, crafting yet more milestones translated in time.

I keep alternating like a current. I wonder if they’re righteous seasons, but my body tells me to settle in one. my body speaks to me some days of how it is ripped of the sensual pleasure and joy in ordinarily being alive. it is starved from within though recognised from without, and I find myself withering in my heights.

my body tells me to settle in the waltz. my heart is longing, and keeps humming the graceful song of the gentle walk, receiving joyous melodies of even the darkest climbs.

as long as they’re revered from within.. the truest climb.