Friday Approaches
The week loosensits grip on my shoulders. Outside, the city still hurries,counting hours,chasing small victories. I pour tea,watch evening gather at the window,and feel the quiet turning. Friday is coming— not as an escape,but as a familiar handresting lightlyagainst my heart.https://my3dxchatlife.home.blog/2026/06/26/friday-approaches/
Monday Negotiations
Monday arrives in a sensible coat, carrying spreadsheets, weather forecasts, and the expression of a man who has just discovered someone has drunk all the tea. Weekend follows behind, barefoot, wearing glitter in places that glitter was never intended to reach. It smells faintly of rain, late music, and decisions that seemed excellent after midnight. Monday clears its throat. "Surely we are ready to become responsible adults." Weekend laughs so hard it nearly spills […]https://my3dxchatlife.home.blog/2026/06/22/monday-negotiations/
Little Friday
Little Friday slips in late,silk stockinged and smiling sideways;the week still buttoned to the throat,yet one clasp has come undone. The afternoon lingerslike a fingertip on a wineglass rim,drawing slow circles nobody names. Even the light grows flirtatious,leaning against bare shoulders of buildings,whispering promises to the evening. By dusk, restraint wears perfume;desire lounges in the doorway,one heel dangling,waiting for Saturday to kiss her properly. And all the while,Little […]
~Wildflower~
Unfettered like there choppy oceans, boundless like the deep blue sky.
She sways to the music of the breeze,
waltzes where dreams dare not go.
Like a wildflower she is..
she cannot be contained
in rows.
My 3DXChat life
Natasha Ramarathnam (she/ her)