A day like a hug
I wanted to write something today.
I feel good sharing my thoughts and getting some writing done every day, it's just that I'm too tired to write something impressive, the clock's a little past 10 pm and it's been a busy, busy day. I've busied myself running hurriedly all over the place, done a little bit of this and that, and dreaming, dreaming big dreams. It tires your brain, you know?
I love daydreaming, nightdreaming, dreaming whenever you find something worth dreaming of. The catch is to not allow them to stay only dreams, if you want them to be something more than just sparkles in your eyes, you need to do something concrete. It might be hard for a dreamer who's only used to using their mind for creating beautiful lies, not their body or brain to make things actually come true. But I dream almost every second I exist, my mind's rapidly breezing through layers of thoughts and feelings and whatnot, and if I'm not focused on what already is and exists and might be happening or have happened in the past, I'm in the future, dreaming of what could be. Only that I intend to fulfill every one of them.
What have my dreams been today?
Well, I've been dreaming about a house I saw yesterday. It's the most beautiful building I've ever laid my eyes upon, it's enormous, it's gorgeous. I've been dreaming of horses, horses of my own. Riding all day long, dressage, jumping, trail rides... But mostly, I've been dreaming of stargazing with someone during December, us smiling lazily in the cold night, of white Christmas with the ones I hold dear, of cool, melancholic and gloomy September nights, those that remind you of Lana del Rey and fill you with a peculiar longing, of sleeping next to someone special, of lighting scented candles, and painting all that's in my head, of lazy, mellow-kind of happiness. Today hasn't been a day of fire and flames and passion and heat. The best word to describe my dreams today is a hug.
This blog post has really no point. I guess I just felt like opening my vocal chords (or my fingers, rather) and vomit something on the page. But it's been a good day, a strange day, filled with everything and nothing simultaneously.
At least I've been a confident girl today. I've gotten things done, I've gone and done all I wanted to. That is good. All is well.
I feel good sharing my thoughts and getting some writing done every day, it's just that I'm too tired to write something impressive, the clock's a little past 10 pm and it's been a busy, busy day. I've busied myself running hurriedly all over the place, done a little bit of this and that, and dreaming, dreaming big dreams. It tires your brain, you know?
I love daydreaming, nightdreaming, dreaming whenever you find something worth dreaming of. The catch is to not allow them to stay only dreams, if you want them to be something more than just sparkles in your eyes, you need to do something concrete. It might be hard for a dreamer who's only used to using their mind for creating beautiful lies, not their body or brain to make things actually come true. But I dream almost every second I exist, my mind's rapidly breezing through layers of thoughts and feelings and whatnot, and if I'm not focused on what already is and exists and might be happening or have happened in the past, I'm in the future, dreaming of what could be. Only that I intend to fulfill every one of them.
What have my dreams been today?
Well, I've been dreaming about a house I saw yesterday. It's the most beautiful building I've ever laid my eyes upon, it's enormous, it's gorgeous. I've been dreaming of horses, horses of my own. Riding all day long, dressage, jumping, trail rides... But mostly, I've been dreaming of stargazing with someone during December, us smiling lazily in the cold night, of white Christmas with the ones I hold dear, of cool, melancholic and gloomy September nights, those that remind you of Lana del Rey and fill you with a peculiar longing, of sleeping next to someone special, of lighting scented candles, and painting all that's in my head, of lazy, mellow-kind of happiness. Today hasn't been a day of fire and flames and passion and heat. The best word to describe my dreams today is a hug.
This blog post has really no point. I guess I just felt like opening my vocal chords (or my fingers, rather) and vomit something on the page. But it's been a good day, a strange day, filled with everything and nothing simultaneously.
At least I've been a confident girl today. I've gotten things done, I've gone and done all I wanted to. That is good. All is well.
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