When the world grows too loud or too fast, it’s a good idea to take a step back and huddle away into an empty space where neither sound nor time can hurt you,
let silence envelop your soul—not your self.
Eventually the grass will grow and the wind will settle, all will slow like in a lush meadow,
and far away will the struggle drift.
The sky will grow white with clouds that never rain, gardens will grow green without a single ****,
the sun will beat down not bullets but care, that nurtures the grass blades through growth and lifts the vapour into the air.
Dimensions and galaxies will pause, for the universe cannot feed.