26 July 2012
This I wrote (like a mental note) when I was lying in my garden (on my trampoline). It was a lovely sunny afternoon and the sky was so beautiful that all I did was stare up at it; imagining things and smiling like an idiot for no reason. :D -----------------------------
The sky looked solemn, calm, beautiful. My eyes flickered to the peaceful clouds that hung in the air like silk on an invisible washing line. Since I was a child, I always would look up and make out shapes that the curious cotton balls formed in the sky. Sometimes it would look like a pony; galloping though the blade-light grass. Sometimes it would be a bird; twisting and turning, as if it was trying to transform into a twirl of delicate pasta. Other times, when my broken heart was plastering its pain, an elegant lady and a handsome man would share a kiss... The sudden urge of my wish passed through me; I wanted to fly up into that tranquil dimension. To fly like a red balloon. Higher and higher.
I smiled, closing my eyes. We call them clouds, but they always looked like candy-floss puffs to me. As if a child, I opened my mouth, pretending to taste one of those yummy fuzzy drops. I laughed and continued my act. Childhood; when everything seemed possible; magic did too. A gentle breeze blew the strands of my hair into my face. A sweet melody came to my ears. It came from a bird. A bird with a beautiful voice. The tune swiftly floated into my ears; it was the sound of happiness, beauty, peace and mostly the emotion of belonging. I felt that the most. That I belonged to this world. To this land. To this sky.
Dreamy Thoughts... • Opuss № I