there's something about a quiet house that fills my soul, so.
when i finally give in to that longing. to turn off the music. or the tv.
to put my phone down.
i'm alive again. spiritually + emotionally.
i think sometimes i'm running. or hiding, rather. perhaps from my own thoughts. almost as if i'm scared to be alone with them. but the ache grows too painful to continue with the chaos + noise + distraction for too long.
the quiet is a beautiful thing. a space for healing + growing + dreaming + processing. a place to be free.
you don't have to feel chained up. you don't have to respond right away. you don't always have to have it all together. or be everything to everyone.
allow yourself to feel the freedom + glory of just being.