One place in the world

A photo recently posted on my Tumblr

If there would be one particular country to go to before I die, it would be South Africa.

I just think that the place is astoundingly unusual. There's so much to discover. I want to swim in their beaches, because I wonder what it feels like to be on the other side of the sea. I want to see the contrast and extreme distinction between modernization and wild life. I want to meet natives and wonder how their life is like; how they live and what their beliefs are. I want to be aware of their rich culture; their thoughts and perspectives. I want to have bonfires and camp out in the middle of nowhere. I want to walk on deserts, really come into contact with nature and see wild life, especially exotic species that cannot be found anywhere else. I want to see beautiful horizons and marvel at the play of colors that take up such significant room in the skies.

I don't even know what else there is to see, but I want to see everything in that country. I will go to South Africa someday.

We meet again

Photo from my Tumblr

What lies among the unknown is so terribly cunning. She walks with caution, still with an amount of recklessness; the remains of her youth, the pieces that still exist. Where she walks to is not of definite point, but so strong is the unknown, finding satisfaction with vulnerability; walking souls with utter transparency.

What has she become after the darkness that crept up from the corners of her self-made sanctuary? Battles have yet to begin, and reality is seeping beneath the cracks of her imperfect world. She fights them off and lays on the floor; the cold and hard ground touching her face. In that moment, she couldn’t help wondering where the sadness went. She couldn’t help expecting the circulation of unwanted thoughts and it taking over, drowning her in energy so strong, so powerful, and so inescapable.

But there she was, with merely a tear shed. There she was, getting up off the floor, pulling the curtains and taking a peak. She was letting sunshine in. It was dancing with the light bouncing off the room, the light she hardly knew. Specks of dust were visible, and she stared in wonder.

Before she knew it, she was outside, breathing. She stretched out her arms far and wide, closing her eyes as the sun blinded her with freedom. Her finger trips were brushing off the freshly-cut grass. The wind cupped her face and the sunshine was tickling her skin, as if welcoming her into a world she was once lost in; a world she failed to remember. She was a stranger, someone barely known in the gates of this essence. And there she was, facing it again.

There she was, alone and alive.