Sweet Journey"
Journey Luna Dale
Cameron Hart
Zelda Harlowe
Mum, Dad
Martin Dale
Rivera Dale
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Journey Luna Dale — probably the only good thing I acquired from my dad. That and wisdom disguised as overthinking, maybe. My life's been a beautiful chaos, full of either too much or too less. I love the in-between. That's all you need to know about me... at least up till now.
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The windowsill just looked perfect with soft, brown curtains draped around its sides. And the view was extraordinarily gorgeous. The place was nothing like the people that lived inside it — It just proved humans and their so-called wisdom ruined the earth and nature. Not everyone deserved the earth; it was beautiful beyond what words could ever describe. Serenity, hope, peace — all the good things in life that only a few peoplerecognize.
As for me, I was still trying to steer my ship, looking for beautiful land in faraway places, trying to navigate the way through waves and sharks, keeping my hopes up. But a distant part of me knew I had a long way to go — maybe years, months, days, who knew. So I did the only possibly sensible thing I could do — not think about things I couldn't predict. That just induces unnecessary trauma into your mind — of things that might not even happen. I tried to be fearless, do anything , everything that scared me ; because what could go wrong? Nothing. What'll happen if it doesn't work out? Nothing. What'll happen if I make a mistake? Nothing. Absolutely nothing…
It was almost sunrise. The stars were almost faded and the moon was slowly saying its goodbyes.
I called it "mourninglight," when the darkness of last night was ending ,slowly signalling the start of a new day. Also signalling how every dark moment in time goes away for glistening light to peek through, hope to come out. But that doesn't mean that the day won't end. Darkness will come again. But the hope from last time will stay.
From the window, the orchard was beaming from the light of the sun, where no guilt or chaos existed at the moment. The sunflowers had opened up and turned towards the sun, even if it hurt. The green of the trees was sparkling with light and the lake's water was calm , still, soft, too soft, scared if someone might disturb it's flow. Birds were stopping by to take a sip of water and whenever they did, it would cause the water to move. And every time it did, light danced on the water as if excited. Dew drops glistened over grass as the dogs trudged over it, clearly overjoyed. Sparrows and hummingbirds spoke in the far corners of the farm and the baby goats were waking up, nudging their mothers to do the same. My favourite tree looked calm, as always and my gaze trailed towards the house three houses away. I wondered if one of it's resident was still awake like me. The thought was exciting and stirred something inside me . I didn't know what ; I was yet to navigate that.