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Chasing Stars

by: Aireen Nicolas

Way back to the old years of being clueless about what life offers. To the era where my happiness is like dancing in the rain and staring at the clear sky and vast ocean. Kinda simple life should be.

Ever since I was a child I have no particular idea of what I want to be when I grow up. I don't know exactly what kind of field I'm going to pursue. During my high school days was one of the crucial parts of my life. It was a mentally agitated and emotional blast on my part. The hidden turmoil inside keeps me to chase for the stars. I tried to motivate myself and bumped every goblin that hinders my way. I'm holding to the standard perception that education is the best weapon to survive and be one on top of the sky. When I graduated in high school I felt like I'm taking one step of the ladder with a blindfold on my eyes.

Fate brought me to a vague tunnel of uncertainties and doubts. I was nothing but a silence of hope. I was in a dark room of infinity, squeezing in the corner of solitude and despair. Coping and chasing stars beyond my eyes could see. There's a huge desire for instant gratification and amelioration creeping out every night. Knocking vigorously in my solitary confinement and digging answers to the strangest place my soul could go.

      The Piece of Me

   I was alone  . . .My mind keeps thinking of what life's ahead while enjoying the sound of the rain pouring on the outside of my window pane.

    Here at the comfort corner of my room ,with a dim light enough to see My own emotions and illusions. I feel safe while nurturing my inner soul by visualizing myself to be the best version. Hoping to reach the other side of the mountain and feel the breeze and fresh air to my whole entity.

    I keep asking Myself why sometimes I cant even understand why even a single phrase could have a great impact on me. I found myself fall in love with the words written in such a way that hidden emotions of a writer reveals slowly. Yeah I have a great fascinations especially when it was written in a poetic way. I just don't know exactly why. Maybe I'm too sensitive that even a small things could be very sentimental to me.I'm not really a wide reader kind of person yet I'm too attached to the words that have an intricate meaning and tickle my soul.

    Well maybe this is really Who I am. Just a typical girl with a bagful of dreams. Yeah My treasure is my dreams because in my head there's a lot of things that only exist in My dreams. I wish I could turn My dreams into reality and let my treasure be an eternal legacy.

    Have you ever wonder What's on My dreams? me too, Maybe it was a mixture of great journey with some marvel heroes, marshmallows, cucumber with lots of chocolates and ice cream resting into My own galaxy.

    In my dreams where only I could fly and soar to the top mountains only in My dream where I could swim into my deepest thoughts and let my mind wander into the most forbidden place of the world. Yeah its kinda crazy I have a loud voice inside My head roaring for every minute of stillness. In My dreams were all My desires pours like a simple roses in the garden stating to bloom into its finest.

     How a wonderful of world in My own head, painted with rainbow colors shimmering with the rays of the sun. In My dreams I'm free spirit with a vast of glowing aura, ready to conquer the battle of life's misery. In My dreams where I found Myself enjoying having a different mutant powers. Ohh that would be so much fun.

  

     In My dreams where the safest place to hide When I'm fleeting with disappointments. Day by day as I live with the edge of hope I keep holding into My dreams for I know that one day my dreams will be turn into reality.