the best days in your lifeare those that turn sleepingintoan amateur version of dreamingwhen the world around youworks hard to mould your heartintoa bursting core of gratitude after you gave grand desiresmore than few gentle pushesintorealities many dreams longed for
following the lightof my own torchto discover placesno one’s gone before few footsteps leadingdown this quiet descentfewer footsteps escortmy social delinquent please do not confuseme with being astrayas my strength is whistlingwhile going my own way
grey clouds part but slightlythe sun shines on tree leaves lightlya whimsical play of light and darkintangibly leaving a golden mark the universe’s design hasgot me thinking that maybetrue happiness is kept alivein the beauty of komorebi
Elle Vampa 