when you can't distract yourself any longer,
what is there?
a stillness so loud,
it will deafen you.
a peace so heavy,
it feels like crushing panic.
a quiet that makes you
realize all at once,
your significance and insignificance.
when the noise is turned off,
what lives there instead?
does terror?
does complete loss of control?
does the brink of the great
unknown make a home there?
well, of course it does.
for it must.
not all movement
means moving forward.
and you will learn that,
over and over,
until you cannot bear
to lift your heavy feet.
besides, were you always
wanting to be a whirlwind?
if you grown no moss,
you will have no softness,
on which someone can
rest their head.
now you must sit
and listen to your dreams,
and they will break your heart.
because you realize you've been
too scared of them to
let them rise to the surface.
and yet here they are,
no longer victims
to a fearful lack of imagination.
when you can't distract yourself any longer,
will you finally let yourself grow roots?
