Only from the heart
could you touch the sky. –Rumi.
All those years when I was growing up, I knew a change is
approaching; I knew I’d change. I was aware that time is flying by and sooner
or later, I’d lose people I love. I knew something would happen, something which
I guarantee can never catch me, eventually will. I was aware that something’s
missing; something I don’t know, but something for sure. I knew as further I’d
go, everything meaningful will lose all the essence it ever had. I knew the
strings would change color, time would slip off, shackles would tighten and
burden would get heavier. The wheel would however continue to spin, life would continue to move and the thoughts would continue to go round in circles, in a hoop; never ending.
But with every passing year, the desire to touch the sky and fly high grew even intense. Despite the chains I'm bound with, the wish to grab the shining stars didn't grow light, didn't fade. I may be 19, but I still dream to lay there at the cool grass, look up at the evening sky crowded with floating lights and marvel at the sensation of freedom they provide. I still wish to glide away to Never Land with these lanterns; A land where all the shackles would loosen and I'd never grow up.
But with every passing year, the desire to touch the sky and fly high grew even intense. Despite the chains I'm bound with, the wish to grab the shining stars didn't grow light, didn't fade. I may be 19, but I still dream to lay there at the cool grass, look up at the evening sky crowded with floating lights and marvel at the sensation of freedom they provide. I still wish to glide away to Never Land with these lanterns; A land where all the shackles would loosen and I'd never grow up.
Aimless these lanterns fly high; wish I were they, I’d pass this all
by, and touch the sky.
