A tinge of purple sprayed amidst clear skies:
kind of stuff Midsummer day dreams are made of.
Good omens through unending hours of darkness, it seemed
Reiterating that, every blessing needs to be counted
Seems trivial right?
They say good things happen at least expected times.
Being haunted by nightmares for a while, forget good stuff, I couldn't even dare to have neutral thoughts in my dreams.
Lazing around at odd times, thanks to a mundane and random sleep pattern, with nothing but boredom and solitude for company, I had an unexpected intruder to my siesta.
There I was, on the terrace back home, soaking in the violet/purple sprayed around in between all the whites and blues of the skies. It exuded a sense of calmness, in total contrast to the previously prevalent chaos. It was a pleasant surprise, indeed.
I know I digress, but let me evoke the most hopeful of vibes: Even the darkest of the clouds have a silver lining, you just need to give dreams a chance :)
kind of stuff Midsummer day dreams are made of.
Good omens through unending hours of darkness, it seemed
Reiterating that, every blessing needs to be counted
Seems trivial right?
They say good things happen at least expected times.
Being haunted by nightmares for a while, forget good stuff, I couldn't even dare to have neutral thoughts in my dreams.
Lazing around at odd times, thanks to a mundane and random sleep pattern, with nothing but boredom and solitude for company, I had an unexpected intruder to my siesta.
There I was, on the terrace back home, soaking in the violet/purple sprayed around in between all the whites and blues of the skies. It exuded a sense of calmness, in total contrast to the previously prevalent chaos. It was a pleasant surprise, indeed.
I know I digress, but let me evoke the most hopeful of vibes: Even the darkest of the clouds have a silver lining, you just need to give dreams a chance :)