Unwrap me.

I am not a good writer. I don’t even have a silver tongue. I’ve grown up to be a lover of nature – from the tips of the rotten root to the fluttering leaves when they fall. I can talk to the wind. I can play with the waves and dance with the trees. I can tavel with the rivers and fly like the clouds.

Surely, I learnt to live a lonesome life. When I was a child, I used to sit by a corner, staring at cobwebs and an old oak tree. I wander through thoughts and fly with my dreams. I love the birds, the ocean, the mountains, the rivers and all. I love the sound of nature – its beckoning melody and harmony that leaves a poor heart in me at peace.

Now, I’m 21 and the whole of my being has changed. I learnt to live the unfeigned world; not with the fauns nor with the fairies;  not within a castle nor within a mushroom hut. I learnt to see what is to become. I learnt to love and get hurt. I learnt to understand how living is so short, yet dying is eternal.

I learnt them all, yet I want to explore what’s BEYOND.