Today I dreamt once more of our indelible beginning... With dry nostalgia, I found myself drawn to the dying embers of that distant memory Had I not seen you on that early spring morning flushed with a golden mist, imbued with the fresh scent of tulips, with light dancing through the treetops, and water dews like sparkling jewels adorning the thickets of grass. I could still feel the sweet warmth of sunshine seeping through my skin... the dawn chorus of the birds echoing through the forest, the slow enchantment of the dream-filled blooms, where the gossamer-winged butterflies swarm like confetti, sprinkling its fairy dust through the wind. Following the sunlit trails, I reached that fateful place. Underneath the majestic oak, there lay a sleeping beauty. the slow and silent breaths blending with the gentle breeze, playing a melody that sweetly stirred my heart. A stranger so familiar as if I've been yearning for forever. As those sleepy-j...
"People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror." -khalil Gibran
T ime, a mysterious and fascinating thing.The best way to depict it is through the needles of a clock. However, that alone fails to capture all the enigma it holds. I feel sometimes that it deserves a more creative expression, capturing all the complexities it possesses. But a simple mind like mine can't fathom it all, and yet sometimes... while painting, I get to drench in it for a while. A glimpse of the mystery, suddenly at my fingertips.
I n the end, all your left with are these moments, myriads of stars of various experiences, dangling in the dark, glimmering in the vastness, pushing the limits beyond the set boundaries fabricated through generations, fabricated by ourselves. Instilled in us are all these preconceptions and prejudices and slowly yet together we break from these restrictions, through our own little battles within, through these revolutions we bring inside ourselves, towards a better tomorrow, slowly but surely evolving.. separately yet together. All these different individuals, stories pulsating, coalescing into one. Each of these unaccounted, unseen struggles and sacrifices bubbling into these little gifts of freedom passed down through the ages- from the gallant, from the outcasts, from the rebels, silently building a stronger, wider foundation for us to stand on. Their eccentric visions paving a wider road for us to tread in, wider perspective to grasp on- one that accepts const...
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