whispermywords:

Thoughts turn into dreams
Dreams into visions
If a striking thought
Comes to mind
Make it into a dream
So that dream
Transforms into a vision
A vision you see everyday
All because you chose to make
That dream real 

Dreams can come true.

There, glowing in the horizon. I can see it clearly now. Edging closer each day. The long arduous journey suddenly seems so worthwhile.

Patiently I dreamed. 6 long years. But now as each memory sways gently past. I am no longer just an onlooker. I can now reach out.

I see the hill full of promise. The bench nestled amidst an aura of tranquility. Happy faces, bright colours. The scents quietly wafting past in the breeze. I can almost hear the music, the laughter and the sheer contentment.

A simple pleasure tingling through my veins. And this is at the mere memory of what lies in store.

I wonder if I am really ready for the wonderment, the overwhelming excitement. I really am going to a place, that for 6 years has been only a very distant dream.

Looking forward

Trepidation perplexed by a blissful anticipation.
All my dreams come true.
They collide at full speed with my nightmare.
What ensues is a placid countenance.
Easily confused with reticence.
It is merely an ambivalence difficult to descry.

15th July

There was a buzz in the room. More potent than one I’ve experienced in a long time. It’s remarkable that so many people felt it. An overwhelming exhilaration tiptoed around the room.

Now there is a yearning. A need so deep to hold on to that feeling. Because when you experience such excitable contentment, everything else shrivels up into complete insignificance.

With a mass of insignificance on your shoulders, there is a spring in your step.

I hope. I sincerely hope I can bottle that feeling. Then, slowly and gradually release some of that magic. So that I can journey into oblivion whenever I like.

16 Days

An aura so divine, I move not an inch Just for a fleeting moment, I am somewhere else Something touches me. I cling to that promise. That hope.