Time does not stop for dreamers.


     My heart sinks deep within itself every time i see her eyes glitter and her lips reach up to her eyes when the sun finally adores her skin. I envy her when she laughs and runs after her favorite butterfly and isn’t scared of falling or going back home with an injured knee. I take a step back each time to protect those quite invincible wings when she wants to feel like she is the strongest woman in the entire world. I shudder at the thought of her growing up and following my lead because someday she too is going to step back in fear. In fear of not letting those wings made out of glass shatter and let her little angel take the lead.
   Some of us live in the moment. We tend to enjoy our lives more than the realistic people out there but we forget that the moment never lasts and ends with a strong wave that takes everything along with it and leaves you with nothing but destruction. Then comes the moment when we give rise to a new being with lesser flaws and be it’s protection against those beautifully volatile waves.


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  1. What a beautiful commentary on the delicate nature of the spirit. I said to a friend earlier that we dream when we are content or when the present hasn’t caught up to the past. Keep writing. You have a wonderful gift.

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  2. Damn! Im astonished by the talent you possess. Its not easy to transcribe your thoughts and feelings on a piece of paper with a colourless pen. Youve configured your words beautifully. Just keep up the work. Might inspire someone and give them a hope that people do understand them and that they are not alone.


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