Dew's the envelope of newly sprung leaves and the sky's a pathway to a heaven intertwined with fallacies and denial. It's a long ride with the warmth of the summer sun in the morning on one side, and the chill of the shivering winter late at night with a white luminous moon on the other side. It matters not the destination, but the beauties in which we please our sights with on this sempiternal road. There are daises and lilies rising below our tires, and through we step on them, the vines grow out to protect them and show them mercy. Beyond the windows the sky is light and dark, and we are in the midsection of the transition; we are the change, we are the hope, we are the future which lives inside our marrows, unplanned. The winds blow on either side on our faces as we drive on midst the fog, and we smile endlessly as we continue being enveloped in the many wonders this world offers us. We smile as we get closer to the end of the cracked yellow brick road. We smile as we make our way to being content, because somehow, even though we’re still on the road, we’ve already reached our destination.
30/12/2014 – 11/03/2015
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