In this eccentric world,
This mind is not the one that will chase the space,
It will groove and hum all the way, night and day,
It will wear something vibrant as the world and walk in the streets,
Wondering how all those ideas got mixed,
Since when did colors speak,
How did the wind know which way to flow?
Should I fly along with it to the unknown echo,
Or should I run towards that unavoidable aroma of cocoa,
I think for now I'll pause and listen to the old man play,
A tune that brings back countless hidden treasures in the name of memories,
I think I'll sit a couple more minutes and dream of becoming the man I always wanted to become,
I'm free of the curse,
I'm no slave of time,
My heart and my mind rhyme,
They have no clue about the race,
They just want to talk to butterflies and sleep under trees shade,
Hiding in the dried leaves, trying to experience the rain as the ground itself,
Does it hurt when it hits,
Does the first ray of sunshine kisses you with its warm lips,
Do you sleep a couple more minutes,
Dreaming elephants dancing in funny outfits,
Until reality smacks you with digits,
But you can't help it but smile,
Because you're still you even in your darkest times.
P.S. World is too beautiful to be ignored and, you're too big to be swallowed by it, so once in a while, stop, breathe and enjoy the small joys of life. (DON'T FORGET TO SMILE)
It is the end of Heal and bloom,
I healed a lot in the process,
I hope you did too and,
about the blooming, I completed this so,
I think I bloomed,
What about you?
YOU ARE READING
H E A L and B L O O M
ŞiirIt is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.
