And in our imagination, we come alive; our mind reaches places we’d never dare to think of otherwise.
Sometimes we move not to get away; but simply to draw closer to ourselves.
With the touch of wind, I let go; of all the ties that hold me down, and all the ropes that won’t let me move. Shedding my old skin, I crawl out of my shell. The world will see my light; I’ll make it burn brighter than the sun.
Dreams are the thin barrier between reality and fiction that keep our hope alive.
“And what am I to you?”
“A promise. Of a lifetime.”
And still, to be patient with yourself is the most important thing. Patient enough to not feel like you’re lost when your heart is busy finding the way.
Each wave comes like a thief, taking away your memories; one by one, and slowly. It’s not in my control; but still, I wonder. What will I be left with if everything’s gone?
A little hope that lingers
You crush it every single time
All I wonder
Is how long these dreams will keep on breathing
You drag me to death
While keeping me alive
Shatter all my pieces
And say that I’m your life.
You break me more than you mend me
Still I keep on moving.
I don’t know where I’m going
When you’re not even ready to be my destination.
“Just this time?”
He looked at me then, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“No. Not just this time. Every time. There’s so many more lives we haven‘t even lived yet. And I’ll look for you in each one,” he said softly.
And sometimes it’s also not like the world moves too fast. It’s just that by the time we realise which things to hold on to, it’s already too late.