I ponder a thought of the day I am still.
Where the world I am caught in ceases to move.
The irregardless lectures my mind yells at me suddenly stops.
And I lie alone lost in my own motionless.
My lids close firmly shut.
My breathing goes deep and lasts long.
And my ears hear nothing but the whisper of wind.
My senses are muted and for a short while, I am nothing to the world.
My discussion is not a reflection on the loss of life.
But rather a beautiful non-existence.
The world no longer cries for my attention.
My energy no longer becomes expelled in meaningless squabbles.
I’m routinely lost in a cycle of silence.
My mind is eased and my heart is calm.
I will only live in this for a moment.
But I’ll return to this peace again.
When my chaotic world must halt so that I can bear it, again. And again. And again.
Finding peace is something our world troubles to find. But, I need to find those moments where I am at full peace from the chaos I am thrown in. I don’t want the partial peace that people find in a quick walk or a breath of fresh air outside of the office.
This peace is separating myself from every point of contact and I am suddenly still and motionless knowing that in the next few moments the world no longer needs me.