She moves swiftly to the absence of sound.
The limitations are nonexistent.
Like a ragdoll, she throws her weight around,
Her mind is anywhere but the present.

Wind brushes her skin, pushing her white dress.
With each step there is progress in her life,
Leaving behind her silly, little mess.
Once dancing, she forgets the sharpened knife.

Her mind is full of curiosities,
Her heart is rallying against her ribs.
She is elegant with monstrosities,
She has left the island of useless squibbs.

She patiently dances her life away,
For there is no longer the need to pray.

Today I noticed the stamp
On the back of my hand
It had been there all along
But today, somehow, my eyes caught the perfectly inscribed numbers
placed casually next to each other.
Suddenly, all the people around me had the exact same label engraved on the palm of their hands.
As I stared at the calligraphy of the letters and the numbers, and at the spaces between each,  
I understood the root of the code we have all lived by
I sensed the metal scraps we have allowed to engulf our skins
I painfully recognized my mind as a photocopy of another one, and another one.
So I got up, and started reading a book.

You may not be here right now,
In your tangible, distinct body
But I do stroke your hair
With every stroke of paintbrush I fill my canvases with;
I do whisper in your ears
All the words I write in my poems;
I do make love to you
All the nights I'm working on my dreams
And all the mornings I'm still working on my dreams,
Because the passion and love for them,
And for you,
Have made me lose track of time and place.
Some may think that this is not the way to love a person
But I, I believe that loving myself is the greatest form of loving you.

Just catching a little glimpse of your face
Just knowing that you're still here
Alive and well
Has Ignited my body and soul
With an incredible energy
The motor to keep me going
Knowing that you'll be the reward
The tribute
At the end of my journey.

You see,
What does it mean to 'be yourself'?
I wonder,
'Set yourself apart from the others'
'Unleash your true colours'
'Be confident! love yourself for who you are'
Is what I've heard.

You see,
What does it really mean to 'be yourself'?
I wonder,
A conformist is what I've become,
Bound by the wall of mediocrity,
And then it struck,
When? Where? Why?
What exactly happened along the way?

You see,
When I was a kid,
I dream a lot,
The things I hate,
The things I love,
Clear as a day,
Showing it, is what I did,
Free as the wind,
I am,

Again,
What happened?
Life happened,
Is that it?
Do we not change?
Can we even change?

You see,
As we grow older,
Our dream,
The things we love,
The things we hate,
Changes,
And so do we,

So,
Embrace it,
Better late than never,
To start,
Being yourself.

-nuraishahazman-

I dressed and put on my perfume
As if I were going to see you tonight
I fixed my hair and wore my stones
As if were going to see you tonight
But then I saw the thick layer of makeup masking my face
And the black surrounding my eyes...
That's when it hit me
I wasn't dressing to see you
Because If I were
I'd be in my simplest
Most naked
Most raw
Nature of human kind.