Celebration

The celebration of the existence of one being

all crossed within the interpretations of perception, and self worth

the very idea of objectification - not only under the scopes of feminism

you and I have became the by-products, bricks of the wall

the web of capitalism



Where do our paths cross, with this fluctuating frequency

I'd prefer to soar high, or crawl under




so that's how I ended wandering in the woods, with my shadow

Specifics I

Icelandic Skyr
194 Icelandic Krona
5.215 Malaysian Ringgit

Some did their research, some observed 

you hear them from the tourists barging into that supermarket chain Bonus, 

conversations in bars, dinner tables, also camp sites

within the presence of one (1) foreign guess, at least

Then I told myself - in days where I had to refrain from a splurged meal, 

a skyr would be best for me

I've heard of stories - how every Icelandic household stocks at least a plain flavoured skyr in the fridges

I'll drop by grocery shops so that I could get extra skyrs with me

just so I could express myself the way they are familiar with 

to my new friends

actually I do not know if that makes sense - giving them love the way they know best

via tubs of skyrs

how minimal 

I've heard much more from what everyone else from the other parts of the world talked about

I've heard of how it used to be only plain skyrs available in the markets, back in the days

I've heard of how skyrs are made before mass production took place

where children get to be fed daily, so that they grow strong bones and teeth

Of course, there were those days where I buy myself some bananas and two tubs of skyrs, 

made my way to the line and pay my carefully optioned diet with a credit card

whenever I think of the times I spent with skyrs in public spaces,

I can't be bothered to think that I've been spoilt with the best of my senses

with as much skyrs I could possibly have 

while I was in Iceland

Earth

"Just put your feet on the ground"

That, (was how) I was invited by the endless dawn of what summertime has to offer.

I stood in the middle of no where with 3 other of-the-same-kind that I've just met.

I forgot how we came to meet, of the sky and earth, mileage and wind force, velocity...

and the speed of light.

Thoughts surfaced on the mere corner of one's eyes, when promises to the self was made. 

Silent as all curses are taken measures to be prevented - 

I need no grounds to have my existence marked, for this, this promise I made to myself, 

would be enough to feed my hunger, the depth of my imagination.

When I opened my eyes and absorb upfront,

this land, the lava fields and the vast of space - the physical, had me welcomed like a mother ship.

I twisted, tossed and turned in disbelief, somewhat like one of those sleepless nights,

yet a voice whispered so clearly, to my ear,

"just put your feet on the ground"