Politely ignoring the worldly pleasures that others are experiencing, you hide back in your grave of salvation rhetorically remembering the days which should have lasted for ever. Those little days when there were no dark circles and the day you felt like YOU.
What's your favourite train story? 🙂
Is it really World War III??? I am honestly not surprised… post a pandemic, the only rational thing we as a reformed species could do, is go to war ensuring end-game transcribed annihilation. All this anxiety and helpless screaming at a wall came at halt when I came across this haunting yet tender picture of a couple standing in the Kyiv underground metro as time stood still for them, sharing a quiet moment for love to surface. I decided to calm myself down by doing the only thing I know – write! I couldn’t help but wonder what they must be feeling amidst the chaos.
This post was incredibly difficult for me to articulate, but I'm overwhelmed with your love and feedback. I could finally gather the courage to do this! 💜 I would love to hear your stories as well and if there is anything you'd like to share. Your support means the world to me. 🌸
Love can be found in unexpected places. Sometimes we go out searching for what we think we want and we end up with what we're supposed to have.
Seated here in contemplations lost, my thought discovers vaster space beyond, supernal silence and unfathomed peace - Giacomo Leopardi
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Ink drawing has helped me express my poetry in a unique way. The troubles of this world pass, and what we have left is what we have made of our souls. 💜
She said – Embrace the struggle and let it make you stronger.
A tribute to Astha Srivastava. Her stories will forever remain in our hearts. 💜 May her soul rest in eternal peace ☮️
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