on Saturday morning, I saw a dream. It was long and unusually eventful.
At the end, when things came to a resolution, I found myself in Paris — next to a good old friend.
We were standing on the promenade, overlooking the Eiffel tower.
I looked at the water and said:
‘Now everything will be okay. Because, you know — everything that was meant to.. it’s already drowned in the Seine.’
end of dream
A small moment of synchronicity happened to me at the beginning of summer. I was walking by the river, almost moved by how beautiful this shimmer was. I paused and unintentionally tuned into the lyrics of the song that was playing in my earphones — only to realise it was describing the very thing I was doing in that moment.
When I got my magnolia branch, I thought to myself: it’s okay if it doesn’t bloom. And it didn’t. It’s still incredibly beautiful, especially when it catches the early morning sunlight in my room.
Last night, I had a dream — I was standing in my childhood bedroom and a huge, lush magnolia tree was growing from the middle of my bed. I placed my hands on the lowest flower and said aloud: “late bloomer”. End of dream
