Just a dream
I am so thankful that the first 3 hours of being awake have gone by pretty fast. The fact of not thinking about anyone or anything. Just dreaming. Chills.
I don't believe in my dreams like I used to. Their meanings and such. Just like the wildness of them now. I even laugh at them because it shows all the things that weighed on my mind. Truly comedy because I wonder why anyone in them are important.
Today dreams of momos, sarees and monsoon. The hopes of laughter and lots of joy. I woke up showing people how to wrap a saree. People did not believe I could especially being a lefty. Good dreams of the vibrant colors and all the loving people. I felt at home.
Though I have never been to India it felt as though parts of me belonged there. Only minus was the red hair. Disgraceful stuff. Kind of the misfortune that follows me in so many places.
Then waking I still see the vibrant colors, faces of people I met and places I went. Just wonderful.
At last that monster of a migraine has passed and the day can begin. My eyes can be with the sun again. In today's case, the overcast sky. Still welcoming considering all there is, is me.
Long day ahead but I will not cower and groan over it. I know today there will be plenty of silence from people. Too busy with work and others to talk. I understand that. It has been like that for a few years. I get used to it. Doesn't mean I like it but I have to accept things.
So the day is just me. You can be a part or not. I really don't care. I mean I do and I want you there but I will not force anything today. Nothing.
Resurface the dream just one more time, stunning and breathtaking views. It is almost as though I were there. Probably because I have loved India since a child. The sights, the wonders, the architecture and the people. Their culture and their vivid clothes.
I will continue to dream of going. It is just that - a dream. Vivid colors of sarees and lovely people. Landscapes and architecture. Yes just a dream.
I don't believe in my dreams like I used to. Their meanings and such. Just like the wildness of them now. I even laugh at them because it shows all the things that weighed on my mind. Truly comedy because I wonder why anyone in them are important.
Today dreams of momos, sarees and monsoon. The hopes of laughter and lots of joy. I woke up showing people how to wrap a saree. People did not believe I could especially being a lefty. Good dreams of the vibrant colors and all the loving people. I felt at home.
Though I have never been to India it felt as though parts of me belonged there. Only minus was the red hair. Disgraceful stuff. Kind of the misfortune that follows me in so many places.
Then waking I still see the vibrant colors, faces of people I met and places I went. Just wonderful.
At last that monster of a migraine has passed and the day can begin. My eyes can be with the sun again. In today's case, the overcast sky. Still welcoming considering all there is, is me.
Long day ahead but I will not cower and groan over it. I know today there will be plenty of silence from people. Too busy with work and others to talk. I understand that. It has been like that for a few years. I get used to it. Doesn't mean I like it but I have to accept things.
So the day is just me. You can be a part or not. I really don't care. I mean I do and I want you there but I will not force anything today. Nothing.
Resurface the dream just one more time, stunning and breathtaking views. It is almost as though I were there. Probably because I have loved India since a child. The sights, the wonders, the architecture and the people. Their culture and their vivid clothes.
I will continue to dream of going. It is just that - a dream. Vivid colors of sarees and lovely people. Landscapes and architecture. Yes just a dream.
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