The Stillness
 
It does not echo.
It does not push, or pull.
It only stretches into the yawning void.
I stare over the edge and think,
What if I went?
 
I do not want this,
But I will not go there.
I am here.
I want to BE HERE.
 
I am floating,
Hovering.
 
There are no voices in the stillness,
Telling me to come.
Telling me to go.
What to think,
What to say,
What to feel.
 
I find solace in the silence—
a...not quite peace.
It's the space between pulses
Where I am not chasing
Or being chased.
 
No demand to perform,
No mask to hold in place.
It's a hush that lets me breathe,
A little something just for me.
 
But I like it here,
Right at the edge of this void.
It's where I can just be.
And wonder,
What if I stay?
 
So I stay...
and find out.

There are moments when time slows to a crawl —
and every tick feels heavier than the last.
While studying for an exam that refuses to end.
When you miss someone so badly it hurts just to breathe.
When your friend suddenly goes offline and silence takes their place.
When you wait endlessly for someone who hasn’t arrived yet.
When your favorite show or match hasn’t started, but your excitement already has.
When the classroom feels like a prison, and the end bell feels miles away.
Some seconds stretch like lifetimes —
teaching us how heavy longing, boredom, and anticipation can really be.