a daylight dream

I  feel like a fragile rose petal dallyingly tickling the boundaries of invisible wisps of air. a candlelight’s tips in an endearing intimate kiss so long to break, quite impossible, without the burning of one end. and that’s, my love, how it’s like with you. the burning of one end. how long did it take me to know that it is akin to the most absolute loves of all. how to surrender into the closeness of time, space and worlds colliding in unison just for us. they say for love, exhaust all what’s real. burn all ends. meander through the passages that take you there in naive unknowingness. how I pray for time to burn and end, for space to soften into the remaining ashes of what used to be. how I pray that at the end of all that, there’s only light— and  us . 

here I am, free at last from the chains that held me back. writing this post takes me back to the days when I thought 2024 would be sweetly special and liberating. it is a sacred year, I believe. 2023 was a pyramidal year, for sure, in which many foundations were laid upon golden grounds. the bird in me has finally found home. forsooth, 2024 is a year of heartfully receiving the gift of love. by love, I mean sacred, universal, soulful love. that one that emanates from heavenly scapes, a love that makes eyes shimmer and a face emit some kind of ethereal light. I truly pray that 2024 bestows upon my existence a halo so profound. a halo of peacefulness, and the light of being in the in-betweenness of being and doing.  I shall list out my intentions here. I cannot wait to truly reflect upon it with tears in my eyes in a year. I’m sure it won’t be anything less than extraordinarily beautiful and captivating. I intend to be in heartful fearlessness. I’ve lived most of my life in fear of ...

alas, it is the last day of one of the most challenging years of my life: 2023– a pyramidal year. I’m posting this as the fireworks blare across the frosty skies of a town I love with all my heart, my heart breaking in infinite gratitude for this pyramid and the climb it mercifully granted. it’s been pyramidal, that’s true. it took me to the ground to face the truths of my foundations, making me battle so much of my memories to finally be honest with myself and clip off all that I don’t need to move forwards with. that meant clipping off and dusting away my own father from my life and choosing to stay with people who I know love me dearly. it’s been traumatic, and I’m still recovering from the aftermath, but I’m on my own now, and this is my pyramid. this is my life. my memory is a little bit blurry now after all that has happened. I don’t remember much but the incessant pain, but I’ll do my best to reflect on the happenings of each month.  vehemently, all I return to is utter disb...