Laying still as the sun rises
Eyes closed
Thoughts cleared
But if it isn’t the sound of a car driving by
Or the faint creaks of an old house
It is the sound of your body
You’ve quieted your conscience
You’ve blurred all the images
But you can’t stop your breathing
Inhale
Exhale
Right at the peak of tuning it out
Your mouth salivates in all the wrong ways
Swallow and reposition your tongue until it feels right
Silence lessens and so does peace
Time cannot move any slower
You’ve removed your work suit
You’re away from the crowds
You set your alarm and put your phone aside
You yearn for silence many hours of every day
But you will never rest in true silence
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Laying still as the sun rises
Eyes closed
Thoughts cleared
But if it isn’t the sound of a car driving by
Or the faint creaks of an old house
It is the sound of your body
You’ve quieted your conscience
You’ve blurred all the images
But you can’t stop your breathing
Inhale
Exhale
Right at the peak of tuning it out
Your mouth salivates in all the wrong ways
Swallow and reposition your tongue until it feels right
Silence lessens and so does peace
Time cannot move any slower
You’ve removed your work suit
You’re away from the crowds
You set your alarm and put your phone aside
You yearn for silence many hours of every day
But you will never rest in true silence
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