I am a dreamer, a believer, a soul that lives in a world that has forgotten how to feel. A world in which time has lost its meaning and people distance themselves from every meaningful connection.
The hours go by and we're all forced to go with the flow, being unable to linger in the happiness of certain moments and enjoy them for a while longer. Everything that once was unknown and unimportant has turned into what takes over our bodies and builds walls of protection against feelings. Distance, loss, rush, overworking have brought all of us into the self absorbed, eyes stuck in gadgets new robots that qualify as humans. None of this existed before; people had time to sleep in their beds at night and not on the tube every morning. They didn't perceive happiness as coming and going, and suffering as a luxurious hotel which you want to spend your time off in. They had time to gaze at the sky and admire the beauty of nature.
Now winter is long gone and we're still keeping our warm coats even though we're getting closer and closer to summer. I am feeling cold. A walking box that hasn't got much in because of "time and reality" will always feel cold. But the unmelted snowflakes have gathered together in my box and are now pushing me towards being kind and indulging myself. I want to feel the rain on my face, allow the wind to wrap its arms around me, ask the sun to burn my skin and let my eyes see. I want to breathe in the world around me and observe nature and people, lose control over my body and turn into a heart guided person. I want to relive memories that have been experienced and felt with all my heart and not ones invented by a mind which has to make an effort to remember where I went last summer.
I love silence and the beauty of people, I love rain and the amazing Mother Nature, and I start by loving myself and the miracle that lies in front of me, the extraordinary world that is mine, yours, ours.
I am one piece of perfection that finds its place next to another piece of perfection which is you. We form the perfect puzzle. I am the humble writer, a letter sorter onto a blank page, but you, the readers, are the ones that bring me to life and together we are the voice of who we truly are inside.
By S. A.
Posted on my own blog - https://thedreamersa.wordpress.com/
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