Dirty Laundry

It was yesterday night, and there I was, sitting on my bed, looking back at my day, and realised I didn’t do 1/3rd of the things I was meant to do that day, yet I did something else… I washed up. It was very scary, seeing how it was, all the way up to the ceiling… All the way up we carry our dirty thoughts, filled with fears and insecurities. And there they lie, in the hamper of our hearts. Nothing really happens to these hearts filled with dirt, but there’s no room for anything else. In the meantime, they just lie there, smelly and mouldy. I am tired of dirty streets, dirty cups, dirty laundry and certainly, dirty hearts. I have taken a step forward; I’ve done some washing up.

It takes a while for a wet heart to dry, but the smell of fresh, clean thoughts and feelings, is something worth waiting for.