a daylight dream

you bombard my dreams lately, revolving around me like you’ve lost your orbit. in every dream, I ask you stop. I drop your hand. I ask you to carve your way as you look at me, always washed towards the sea while I find my path on the earthen roads, surrounded by tokens that remind me of my earthly mission I wake up, my mind in disarray. forgetting you has lifted so much guilt and veils that have stopped me from living in the moment. remembering you for some time always makes me realise we were never meant for each other. because even in those dreams, I am pushing you away from having one last moment together. it hasn’t been seamless, finding my path in this stillness and quiet. the chaos that ignites my passion has no place in my horizon for some time. the serenity of the world before me pulls my heart into loneliness and emptied insides, longing for a thrill. but those longings soon change and transform themselves to a beckoning stillness that allows me to find my light. stay in your ...

these days, I am learning more about the purification of the human ‘self’, which is naturally inclined to attach itself to fleeting desires and infatuates itself with lessening qualities which demote its existence. today, I came across the reasons why listening to certain types of songs should be discouraged, as they allow us to become infatuated with our desires, channeling them to crave what is not accessible to us in the moment. upon reflection, I realised that my writing has done the very same thing, in some ways. some time ago, I used to write too much about my dreams of love, exercising my imaginative power, directing my creative energy somewhere instead of feeling it bubbling inside me aimlessly. reading those words now, I realise how wildly entrancing those imaginings were, and if anyone read them, they would be teleported into a world of desires being fulfilled, captivating the senses with too much to feel. I believe that taking it too far has even allowed this to happen, and ...