♡ Here I'll gather my daily thoughts and messages-[ A Muslimah's Diary] It seems to be something else.. rather than a simple beating heart. It seems like it has been locked within a daydreaming flight over the clouds.. over the horizon. Where infinity is counted as a limitless sky. Blindness holds a beautiful lie... as if the broken frigid summer wants to get out of its place, knowing how valuable it's warmth is! How valuable its presence is to heal the frigid surroundings of the touch of the last winter. The winter needs coldness and the summer needs its own rays of warmth to be something more special. No, it's not bliindness that there is only the praise of the summer but winter. Still, it can be called as a daydreaming summer which is filled with pink rays of strawberry schemes. I loved it as if once I was the warmth of its golden grasp. Still, it's neither blindness nor any darkness I'm feeling about... that I can't see any of them rather than daydreaming.