Dear Dreams,

Dear Dreams,

I live a different life when I’m with you.

When I go through periods of seeing you vividly it’s easy to question which life I walk in matters more.

When, in one, I can fly across endless grassy fields and fondly familiar places; when ease and intensity is the order every night, there is nothing I can compare it to. During such times, I am left with one unwavering thought. Life is as beautiful as you are. No more, no less.

When I think about how one would not exist without the other, it gets more complicated.

It gets worse when I come crashing down, into the wasteland of my own neglect. When I begin to hate reality with an undeserved bitterness, and I have to face the unreliable side of my little slice of heaven, there is nothing I want more than to loop the time we had together. Wipe my mind every time the cycle repeats itself, so you don’t lose your vitality and newness. And I can keep the danger of losing you at bay.

Some things are out of my control. You can be such an elusive creature at times. I admit, that’s part of your charm. But, the moment has come to bid adieu. I know a lot of people have missed you while you’ve spent the time with me.

This doesn’t mean I won’t see you every now and again. It just means I won’t depend on your promises and the hope you inspire. I don’t expect anything. And I promise to be surprised with every visit.

P.S- I have met no one like you in my universe.

Signed,

Awoken Anna

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Dear Nostalgia,

Why must you torment me so? You hit me when I, quite frankly, have no time for you, and I always cave- you know I do. You are the bittersweet longing that can never be satisfied, no matter how deep I bury my nose in your depths.

I don’t want to live in the past, even in my happy version of it. It’s far too beautiful and perfect to be real, and I know I’m just fooling myself. Memory is a skilled trickster and has many minions.
Of course, you have plenty of help besides your cousin- so many dangerous triggers quite apart from childhood anecdotes that are brought up during conversation.

Usually, when I revisit old favourite TV shows, songs, scents, and whatnot, I find myself still enamoured by them, notwithstanding obvious bias. Sometimes, I’m overwhelmed by a sense of despair and I wonder…Why did I expose myself to such things at such a crucial time in my life?

But, let’s face it, I barely had a chance. As a kid, everything in the world is in a race to get to you first, to win the privilege of shaping you, your personality, and your life. To claim the right to dictate your future likes and dislikes forevermore, even indirectly.

For such reasons, I obviously can’t despise you without despising who and what I am today, and contrary to what some people might believe, I have a healthy ego. Self-deprecation is just too fun to sacrifice is all. I know, I’m an expert at deviation. I blame the somewhat forced eclecticism I gained as a child.

Sincerely,                                                                                                                         Always Anna

“Nostalgia was better in the old days.”- a T-shirt

When a castle converses with a cloud

Clouds

Castle: Haven’t seen you in a while. It’s been a windy few days, hasn’t it?

Cloud: Yeah. How would you know, though? I don’t think you’ve moved an inch.

Castle: What can I say? Man made me strong. I don’t have to take nights off, either.

Cloud: (bristling) Hey! Just because you can’t see me doesn’t mean I’m not here.

Castle: That’s true.

 

As night falls…

 

Castle: Cloudy? Are you still there?

Cloud: Yep.

Castle: I thought you might have blown off by now.

Cloud: I don’t think the winds are favouring the east coast at the moment.

Castle: Right.

Cloud: What’s on your mind?

Castle: I was just wondering…..how do you do it?

Cloud: Do what?

Castle: How do you manage to exist as a metaphor for so many things? I mean, I know you have a silver lining, there are at least nine of you, and you’ve amassed an astonishingly large collection of heads.

Cloud: Ha! You forgot about me being a bad influence when I brood darkly and hover near the horizon.

Castle: I like when that happens, don’t understand why others don’t.

Cloud: (shrugs) Eh. Some people’d prefer if I didn’t exist, so they can savour the sun more. Others, or the same people at a different time, really look forward to the times I bring rain. I’m sure farmers do. And there’s probably a perfume in honour of my heavy hours- with the sweet scent of Petrichor.

Castle: I bet there is. I’m jealous.

Cloud: You do a fair amount of metamorphosis yourself. What’s the matter of the day? Sand? Glass?

Castle: It’s stone, actually. But, thanks for asking. We do a good job as metaphors, don’t we?

Cloud: Of course. You ever wonder how we’d work together?

Castle: We can always find out.

castle in the sky

 

 

And so, with a wobbly foundation, amidst azurean mist, the first castle atop a cloud was built.

 

 

Signed,

A Witness

Battle of Wits: Me Vs. The (dreaded, and oh-so horrific) FLU

The Flu: Hmmm…do I, or do I not invade you?

Me: I sometimes willed it, in school when classes weren’t as interesting, but not now, please. I happen to like college.

The Flu: They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Me: I can’t afford to miss a class! So much happens every time.

The Flu: You’re looking at this all wrong. I could give you a chance to work on the assignments you keep complaining about.

Me: There’s a difference between procrastinating when healthy and when sick.

The Flu: I’m sure there’s also a difference between healthy procrastination and unhealthy procrastination. (sly glance)

Me: Cryptic is not a good colour on you.

The Flu: I suppose I’ll stick to mucous-green.

Me: You do look phlegm-tastic on most days.

The Flu: I’m not even going to ask about the exceptions you’re imagining.

Me: You know, “most days” I have no idea what you look like, so I’m being uncharacteristically optimistic.

The Flu: Gee, thanks.

Me: You don’t really care about my opinion, do you? You’re one of the most influenzal people I know.

The Flu: I suppose asking you to keep that one bottled up would have been too much.

Me: Okay, okay…I’ll give it a rest….which is what people need when you bump into them. (twinkling eyes)

The Flu: Alright, make room in your head for less funny thoughts. I’m coming over.

Me: No!

(The Flu marches towards Anna)

Me: I didn’t want to have to do this….but my hand’s been forced. Bring on the tea over-load!

Led by Commanders Spearmint and Rooibos.

Battle of Wits: Seven Wonders

 Seven iconic places fight for the top spot among the wonders of the world. Let’s hear what each one has to say.

Eiffel Tower: I am by far the most elegant symbol of a country, besides being one of the tallest. I represent art, industry and science.

Leaning Tower of Pisa: You were only the tallest for forty years, and how many of those were spent toying with gravity?

Great Wall of China: It doesn’t take much to stand in one place and look pretty. Have any of you been able to protect your country from intruders?

Taj Mahal: Some things are more important than war. Like the love a Mughal king had for his dead wife, when he was inspired to build me.

Grand Canyon: Being a giant tomb is never a selling point. Carrying nearly two billion years of geological history in every rocky curve is.

Great Pyramid of Giza: You’re an overblown hole. I’ll have you know, being chosen as The tomb for an important person is an honor. Holding treasure was a short-term perk.

The Colosseum: I seem to be the only one with no thought of materialistic pride. I have witnessed bloodbaths, survived earthquakes and been used as a quarry. My middle name is “Courage”, which is what I give to those who seek me out in connection with their religion.

 

None of them won the battle.

 

Here, in my opinion, are the real seven wonders of the world:

 

Rain

 

Music

 

The colour Black


The Internet

 

Imagination


 

Friendship

 
Death, or more specifically, Mortality