a daylight dream

the day starts and we go separate ways to serve the world with gifts and bright, reverent hearts. like birds that come into murmurations and disperse, i find myself in places and conversations i have never planned. and so do you, but our hearts are bound to be where love is. when evening falls, i come home with an exhausted smile and broken heart from all the beauty that has surpassed the day. lately, there is this halo of surrendered love that follows me everywhere, humbling the smallest features of my face and softening my slowest steps. i come home with it, and here, it multiplies in wordless togetherness, a million times more blinding near your presence. our togetherness is different than i expected it to be, love. there is much more silence than i could have imagined. but it reminds me of the sweetest silence that prevailed before i knew your name, when this ancient love was only a comforting truth echoing in my chest; a fractal, an extrapolation of God’s fabric of love coating th...

I got this idea to write my future self a letter. It's bizarre, I know. But,  I want to read this letter in five years and smile, knowing that I have grown in many ways but at the same time, stayed the authentic self I have always wanted to be, just as in touch with my inner child and most dearest dreams. I want to see how much love I was able to give for myself and the world in the coming years. There is not a better time to write it down, in the midst of uncertainty, global changes and new beginnings. I poured my whole heart into this. :') Dear Soraya, I'm writing to you before the turn of the new year, on the sofa in the living room on a warm December night. I am getting teary-eyed watching you right now, so full of love, your eyes sparkling from authentic joy and unconditional kindness. You're right where you belong, my dear Soraya and you have found your home. I want to come close and give you a tight hug for opening your heart to love. It was so difficult back the...

I love that this love is a secret. Unbeknownst to ridicule, conversations and dialogue. Something that was meant for just you and me, something a little bit more than stolen glances and broken smiles. Something just a little bit more than that. Because it's a little secret in my mind, making me acknowledge that the world is easier to fight with you devotedly by my side. Inside, with the little cloud of understanding you allow to linger, it's easier to know that I'm alright, that some things were meant to take their time, and that strength is the only thing that can keep me from adding insult to injury in this troubled path of mine. And I know it's meant to stay a secret for a while still. Even in a long time, an eternal part of our story will be a secret. On pictures, we are just glamorous, laughing, adventurous people but never have I ever before known that just a gaze from eye to eye can emit messages a million light-years would never dare to try with. And our gaze is...

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...