The roof above me ceases and I see the emergence of a planetarium of star-studded expressions and words. Performing to the astral tunes of freedom.
The romance between mind and heart to delicately balance the blind-walk to trust the illustrious intuition, is a feast to the eye. The inner-eye.
Did I witness this unique romance to escape a battle against nuggets and pieces of scattered life around me? Or is this an evergreen parallel world? A dream like reality within? A vision? Or a delusion? Unexplored so far.
Why would I allow any trespassers to judge that fragile, sacramental jewel of innocence in me? It all belongs to me and is indeed my ambrosial reality.
I then see sparkles of light with adhoc flashes here and there. A symbolism to my seemingly unconnected present and future, that arose from an acme of being berserk of hope to 'be'. Just be.
A ridiculous lie, for now, a lie that I wish to believe about a change that I was and I am always meant to be...
A light appeared from nowhere, a ray of hope heading towards a vision, a deep goal and a hope, for which a life is worth dying, a life is worth living, to its fullest.
Will it be? And a devilish smile struck my lips and my eyes.
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