The empty Friday evenings,
The silence of my apartment,
The only sound of my wall clock,
And the slow rain outside,
Pile of clothes on my chair,
Dishes in my sink,
My leftover tea in a cup,
My plants staring at me,
The laptop I just closed,
Without completing the work, I thought I will complete this week,
My urge to fill this silence with something,
My urge to sit in it for some more time,
My urge to not change anything,
My urge to change everything,
My urge to be here,
My urge to be somewhere else,
My urge to scream,
My urge to not utter a word, just write!!
-Harneek
This week’s recommendations:
Bold doesn’t always have to be bold. by
. Beautifully validating and acknowledging her feelings and reminding what our souls are made up ofThe Prayer Of A Woman In Love by
. This one vividly explains the feelings and fears of a woman in a healthy and loving environment when her past was not gentle and safeWhen you think of me you think of by
. This post will actually feel like reading honey dipped words. Also, will remind you of different dimensions of a woman
Oh, the eternal paradox of wanting to be everyone and everything at the same time - our deepest yearning for home, I think. It seeps into the silences, which is why it’s so important to sit in silence often. You convey all this so simply and naturally. The innermost longing of everyone’s heart.
This is beautiful. I felt this so deeply, and somehow you made some of the things that I resist FEEL so dreamy and beautiful. I am looking forward to my lazy Sunday by myself much more than I was when I woke up.
Thank you for mentioning my post (and for reading it the way I had intended it to be read) ❤️