Reveil

Stirred times call for stirred thoughts, and stirred dreams.

All day long it felt like this thick coat was laying upon my shoulders, weighing me down.

All night wild dreams flowed before my cerebral cortex, throwing my imaginary self to and froh like a puppet in a colorful restless world.

But however heavy, however stirred, I have come once again to the realisation;

Every ending is a beginning.

And so however much it tries to drag me into dark crevices.

I won't let it.

And embrace the new opportunities that lay ahead.

Like an adventurer about to embark on a new journey, I see it all with fresh eyes that will darken from time to time, but will continue to fight back.

Impression - Le Reveillon

The sky is laced with fitful red,
The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.

And jagged brazen arrows fall
Athwart the feathers of the night,
And a long wave of yellow light
Breaks silently on tower and hall,

And spreading wide across the wold
Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,
And all the chestnut tops are stirred,
And all the branches streaked with gold.

-Oscar Wilde-