Murmurs of the Mind

I am sharing something flighty, whimsical but not new. It's the closest thing that comes to painting how I'm feeling. Language often doesn't come close to capturing some of the rumblings and murmurs of the heart and mind.

Today, I am trying not to be afraid of how the normalisation of many things is so brazenly being pushed into our faces.

In the end, she grew weary of the issues and complexities of the modern life he incessantly spoke of. How society was failing to equip its youth with the right tools and education to face the ever more complex futures. With her growing silence he finally listened and stopped. They stayed a while in silence. She welcomed the starry night and the fleeting peace. In this place, she felt at home, a feeling she had not many memories of. She knows that time is not linear, history is not linear just cyclic. But we, here on Earth, are gone in a blink of an eye.

Wishing You a Beautiful Sunday. Till we meet again.