Aiman

“It is good we have variation of colors to make this world more colorful and beautiful. We can learn to appreciate the variations within ourselves, then accept and enjoy all the various colorations making me and you, uniquely different and similar, making this globe glows beautifully colorful as intended to be.”
― Tina Leung, You and the Heart: Poems

“It was dusk, on a Friday. The battered skeletons of trees tapered against the fresh starlight in No Man's Land. The sky offered curious glimpses of beauty, from time to time. The men wrote about it in their letters, describing sunsets in painstaking detail to their families, as if there was nothing to see at the front but crimson clouds and dusted rays of golden light.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“When the Sunrise clutches my soul, I often wonder what if our souls are made in grayscale, only to soak in the colours of the day, every single day walking through every single moment of each passing day.

What if every ray that paints the horizon is but a bunch of souls ornate in different shades of white only to find the different shades of black to melt away in a Sunset Sky, in a Smile of embracing a day anew or in a mellow cry of a day's passing by.

Perhaps the Dawn has the answer, or perhaps there's a whisper in the Dusk!

All while, let me search away for the pieces of my soul in the grayscale of Time's hue.
And I know, Life will put the colours back again, one more time, at Time's cue.

Love & Light, always
- Debatrayee”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“Journal prompt: What would you regret about today when you wake up tomorrow? I would regret not appreciating the slowness that today was trying to gift me. I’m always so quick to want to leap into the new, that I often don’t give myself time to soak in the little things that make this moment right here so special. Then one day, though it’s always so hard to believe, I’ll likely think to myself (as I always do), how I miss this pace and all the things I’d give to live it again. So here it is… your reminder to take a little time to enjoy the quiet and the slow drip of time before everything as you know it right this second somehow melts into another, “where did this month go? It flew by!”.”
― Jacqueline Roche