a daylight dream

Sorry for the profusely unromantic post title but I could not find anything more appropriate than this. I woke up on Thursday, hoping I'd go for a run though I had fears not to go since it was pouring as I fell asleep. It was beautifully serene to fall asleep with the sound of rain pattering on the window sill, and when I did finally rise in the morning at 4.30 AM, the sky was greyish blue and a fierce wind was howling actively so I fell asleep again with tired eyes knowing I wouldn't go. At around noon, my sister and I went for a walk and some cycling underneath the stormy sky and betwixt the refreshing winds. We did some acrobatics on the monkey bars, ran in the track, cycled in the greens and awaited our duck adventure. :) My sister was profusely hungry so we bought some kind of pastry and headed to the lake near the park. My sister ate carelessly but as we approached the ducks idling in the lake, we couldn't have been more attentive. My sister started quacking an...

I listen too much sometimes and stay quiet, not because I don't like to speak but that it's easier to let those human and inhuman voices soak my mind and feel them resonate in my brain, bringing about a million thoughts. You'd think because of that, I usually speak of wisdom and truth but honestly, I am the most ridiculous talker you'd ever meet and I lack those conversational skills, except when talking to people I love most. But other than that, I'm really boring, thick and giggly so I prefer to smile and nod my head, then continue the rest of the conversation when it's over, reviewing the lines I should have said differently to make it more magical. I'm also the worst talker there ever was when it comes it comes to my own self. I keep listening to my intuition, keep searching in its depths and climb its mountains but then when I am supposed to talk and actually respond, I fail. It might be because of fear or anxiety, but mostly because I don't ...

I glance at the vase of roses, On the table. They shall die, And shall we, too? I know already, time is coming, But this moment is eternally ours. You let your fingertips touch my veil, Slide it down, and I appear. The gaze so warming, A spectrum of browns, never-fading. I love listening to your voice, In a storm, the rain pouring, The air stifling, You alleviate it; the humidity, And rising vapours. Your fingers touch my scars, Already healed, But I can feel them burning. Burning as the seedlings sprout, The emerald leaflets come to life, The roses shimmering in blazing reds, Once the colour of my own blood. Since it's you, here, not apart. Daylight blocks the immeasurable part, Betwixt our bodies, stricken with love, With disbelief, "Isn't this love surreal?" And oh, don't you know? My eyes are set on you. And it's easier to breathe, To exhale, The rust accumulated within, Precipitated from...

This is my first travel post and I'm really thrilled to actually make an interesting one. First of all, Poland is such a beautiful country characterised by it's vivid nature and history. It's not that kind of country that is bustling with life and energy but one you can spend your time in for relaxation and contemplation. 

Hello friends! Well, it's my second week here in Poland and God, time is flying so fast which is basically a good sign. When I'm in my best states of productivity and joy, I never feel that time is taking too long to pass because I usually make the best out of each second. And here I am, enjoying my time immensely, doing nothing productive in particular but taking care of myself and people around me. So, this post is mostly about my emotional and mental health which I just found out is crucial to stabilise my own physical health. First of all, I am not stressed at all, which is kind of a good thing because for like the first time in 8 months, my body is not swimming in adrenaline or cortisol which is making me less anxious and that leads to absolutely no bloating or IBS-like symptoms. I am constantly working on being the best person I could be every day and I am not surrounded by negativity or complaints. Besides, I am actually inspired by the clouds, my sister and workin...

My head is always full of ideas; always interdependent upon each other. One dream turns to another, and I find myself in awe realising that they are all actually connected by an element or two, all leading to a more complex version that I could actually link to reality, to what my society needs. And you know what? It's a rather amazing to just reflect upon all that and watch my dedication swerve from one dream to the next.. which leaves me quite overwhelmed because I'd rather set my heart on something eternally. So if you have read thing blog for a while now, you are certainly aware that I have focused to teaching and education as a career but for a couple of months, I've experienced a mind shift regarding this issue. For starters, I consider myself really incompatible with the idea of following a scheme of things as I usually like to create my own; whether it is a daily routine, diet, studying methods and the list goes on and on. After a few moments with myself I fo...

I am currently writing this blog post while listening to some birds roaming around the balcony and screeching. I have my first coffee in a week beside me, trying to give myself a boost for this weekend's run. Everyone is asleep while I take pride in having woken up early in the morning, just to have some quality time for myself, which I do not spend doing something lavish as just some 'alone' time is adequately rejuvenating.  This week had fled so fast and it's rather saddening to feel those days pass so quickly. But man, I have enjoyed every single day immensely. I am still trying to develop myself some kind for routine to give myself a structure (especially meal times, I believe they are cardinal) but nevertheless, it was rather nice to just idle around in parks, swing like a ten-year-old, sing and dance away the afternoon, cook some delicious meals (not particularly extremely healthy but well, that's okay) and capture some mind-blowing pictures of the cl...

I'm a business student, which means I'm constantly bombarded with the phrase "mission and vision statements" that entrepreneurs should develop for their organisations. It took me quite a while to actually understand what it means to have a vision and every single day, I get more in tune of what it really is. Honestly speaking, it would be thrilling to just live your life in order to reach your vision. A vision does not have to a career path, though it can because I believe we define ourself in this world with what we do. Your job doesn't have to be what you do, and I don't think a career comprises your job and only that. Surprisingly, a career is all the efforts you put into your position, whether emotional, intellectual or physical. Career is not just your job, it's any occupation that you undertake to show progress and reach your potentials. Being a housewife is certainly a very demanding career and people need to be okay with the diversity of c...

In the airplane there is freedom of soul and spirit, though physically, I'm confined and reigned. In the airplane there are hopes of individuality, a sense of self-awareness and a vision to make real.  I cannot describe my love for airplanes and airports well enough, and it's a love I have discovered just recently. Watching the afternoon clouds, the glimmering sun rises and the fields green and light brown come into sight. I love just sitting there for hours, loving the tension and the stimulating anxiety fill the spaces between my cells, surging in my blood and making me feel alive. I love watching people in that state as well, with their tired faces and unkempt hair.. it's an overwhelming atmosphere. In the future, I'd like to travel as much as I can since it's a perfect way for me to unwind and feel liberated and free. It removes all the stress I usually carry on my shoulder and allows me to let go of all the ridiculous attachments that do nothing bu...

This is coming from a girl who used to spend 8 to 9 hours on her twitter and tumblr accounts, doing nothing all day but follow fandoms and live an ordinary stereotypical life. I wasn't aware of I what I was doing at that time, and perhaps it was my only exit to stray away from boredom. I officially deactivated my Facebook, Twitter and Instagram accounts when I was almost sixteen year old, and I say it had been three years without them. Am I dead yet? I am actually living. Yes, there are times when it's peculiar to be the only one in a group of people not to know the latest celebrity news or new fashion styles. But to me, these kind of things are immensely insignificant. Social media proved to be successful to damage a part of my teenagehood by introducing me to unrealistic beauty standards which led me to compare my life with others. I started questioning how I looked like, the clothes I had, the life I was living. Everything was not enough, and it opened up a do...