Manifestas

Not all Blood Cells are Red


Bouts of Surrealism

I went swimming yesterday. Usually, I would swim with my goggles on but, because the scorching heat of the Sun made the area around my eyes prickly, I just had to take it off and let the pool water cool my whole face. And so I saw the serenity as I submerged in the water. The ripples were waving smoothly as though they were dancing a slow and organised dance. It was vacuum underneath but I could hear the peace the water was whispering. Still underwater, I held my breath and let my body float. It was calm and nothing else mattered.

Surreal.

Just like when I see illusions when I know I’m awake. Calming voices that speak go straight to my ears without travelling through space. Subtle aroma that tingles my nose, I can never find its source. Maybe life is a little bit crazy and it is hard to believe. But it is what it is now.

She once told me in my dream - whatever it is, never say a thing. Maybe this is what it is for.