Sara's Dreamworld

There is a world inside of me I cannot describe nor give shape to. Is it a calm world or a loud one? Is it full of brightness or did darkness cover all of its places? How many places does it even have? There is a world I want to discover but I don't know where I have to start nor do I know where I have to come back to. Is it possible to come back without losing myself? I don't have a map nor do I have the equipment. I'm empty-handed. This world I speak of, no one can see it but me. No one can know about it but me. No one can feel it but me. Sometimes there is rain and other times there is nothing but sunshine but the latter won't last long. Well, it didn't till today. There is a world full of adventures and magic, a world full of emotions and sensations. A world full of me, yet far away from me. It's a world in the deepest corners of myself, no rational human being would ever dare to go there. It's too deep in there

One should be in love with love. Love can be so beautiful if it is true. It is such a fantastic feeling making you the most beautiful person. True love is felt through the hearts. True love can brighten your day, just like the morning sun. True love is like rain watering the lost flowers in the woods, in the garden,  or those on the windowsill of your neighbor. Love can save your heart from getting dry. You've got a chance to not let it die. Love is the most abstract feeling, yet it is the most realistic at the same time. Every life is built upon love for without it there would not be any life. Like a mother caring for her child, or the little boy helping the baby cat left out on the street. Love can be healing. No love ever brings sadness or hate into your life, if so it is not love. It then is nothing else than imagination or misinterpretation or even illness of perception. Love makes you sensitive and kinder than you already are. You do not hav

To someone who laughs at the same things as I do... To someone who is just like me yet who is much more different from me... To someone who is stronger than I am yet who needs my strength... To someone who has accomplished his spirit yet who needs me and only me to complete himself... To someone whose main trust is in Allah yet who trusts and loves me for Allah's sake... To someone who feels the same way as I do... To someone who loves the same way as I do... To you who feels exactly what I feel... May you take your time and come to me when the right time has come... I'll wait and welcome you as if we have never parted... I don't know you yet but I will in the future, so stay well...

I tried to be a realist.. A realist always knowing what's useful to do.. A realist doing always the right thing.. Because being like that wouldn't let you feel any kind of guilt in the end.. Well, I thought so.. As I say.. I tried.. And I failed.. But actually I don't see it as a fail. I see it as a way to know me better. I got to love the part of me I hated so much. That's the part of me being a dreamer.. A regularly changing human being having always new interests and flying above the clouds with my dreams.. I love it and I won't care about others judging this part of me anymore. Well, I'll try not to..

It is a beautiful time of day. You are feeling happy, comfortable in your body and soul. You feel yourself. You are listening to your heart and mind, both being united in harmony. It is the time of season you are getting hopeful and dreamy again. Beautiful dreams you are having there. Your mind breaths again and your heart sees clearly. But... But then you feel the complete opposite. You are getting sad because of the happiness you just felt. As if it were not your right to feel so. Or you just realized that this happiness won't last forever as nothing will last for eternity. And a huge cloud of hopelessness just showed up, letting its cleaning waterdrops rain over you. Cleaning yourself from all your childish feelings of happiness.

I'm feeling strange again,  because of  the wasted love  my heart kept all this time.                                                                   It feels broken without any reason for it.  I'm feeling strange and irritated.                         My heart makes me the most paradox person.  It makes me feel strong and weak at the same time.                                                               It makes me feel confused because my heart is so full and empty at the same time.  In times, when I want to think and act rational, it shows itself like saying:  "I'm also here" and "don't forget me".  Forgetting... The most terrifying ability I desperately want.  My heart is like a baby kicking in the mother's belly.                                                                      It shows itself in times I don't want it.               At times I'd never