I crave thousands of things in a day, knowing that it can’t happen in real.  I look at the freshly bloomed flower and think of the day when I would be that flower showering happiness around me. I stand solitary staring at the waves, imagining how it comes back and forth. Likewise, my thoughts which are not steady and struggling. I wish to become colors, I wish to become a rainbow but reality doesn’t exist in my dictionary. But no period is constant.

I always wonder how everything unique happens at the same time in the universe. How we are bound by many things, but we all experience different moments. Sometimes, the space in my mind holds so many mysteries unrevealed, and it just doesn’t want to be revealed. That 10-year-old me, who thought of becoming something, she’s not the same anymore. And that’s when you discover what’s reality is.

Every bit of possibilities changes, like how the moon changes its shape, yet it becomes full one day. Maybe that’s how we are, we become something one day grabbing the right moment. And that’s how maybe life is, there is nothing constant, there is nothing that could stop you from seeking and evolving.

And I’m here, a normal being painting my space
seeking and evolving…