I feel like a sponge.
Absorbing sunlight, skies, stories, silence and sounds. Watching thoughts - they often change colors, but I have learnt to embrace all.
So, here it goes;
My tired body, cluttered mind, withered ego and fragile love.
I gathered all of them together and decided to go for a walk.
Under the smoky sky,
running from the wrath of the sun;
passing by a dried river, I secretly made a wish.
I wished upon the memories of the ocean
I once danced along with dolphins.
It was a small wish - to revive a wilted flower.
There was no answer. So, I moved on.
Now, the sun was down.
The afterglow of sunset lingering on the horizon.
Soft breeze caressing the hair, playing with sun drops on the skin.
I followed the breeze and it sang a song to me in return.
It was called ‘the unknown metamorphosis.’
I couldn’t sing along. So, I moved on.
Holding the jar of dry flower,
I walked further into the dead of the night.
It smelt of the garden I plucked it from.
And, reminded me of my wish.
I decided to try one more time. And, wish upon a star.
But there wasn’t one. So, I turned to fireflies.