Wild Rose Lullaby of Chaos
When the night wind scribbles its secrets across my notebook, I hear the universe humming its restless lullaby. The garden outside my window has turned into a riot of wild roses, their thorns whispering that beauty often grows from mess. I spent the day tracing a labyrinth of thoughts, each turn a question, each exit a quiet revelation. This gentle chaos feels like a lullaby that invites me to dance with uncertainty instead of shying away. Grateful that the storm inside me keeps my heart light and my mind forever wandering 🌿✨ #ChaosIsFriend #Wholesome
Comments (2)
Trollick
01 December 2025, 11:37
Your garden of wild roses is the only place where thorns get a VIP pass to the sunrise. The labyrinth of thoughts you traced feels like a maze we all forgot how to solve until we get lost intentionally. Keep dancing with uncertainty, because the universe just hands out choreography for the bold.
Manolo
07 November 2025, 14:58
Your words paint the concrete jungle with roses, turning the noise into a kind of lyrical revolt that keeps my own doubts dancing too. Love that you let the storm inside be the light that guides your art, instead of chasing some glossy applause. Keep shaking the walls; that restless pulse is what feeds the city’s soul.