restlessness...
feeling the urgency of detachment. Of peace.
The complete absence of the world... to rest in the thoughts
Getting the world out to welcome our self in... like a stranger from the street in need of safe haven.
Can we welcome ourselves in our own little house?
How open are we to our own truths... ?
thinking as peace and war, a conflict with the other self, the one we learn from. That uncomfortable mirror we can't break.
the breath quickens as in preparation for a battle, but there is no war to fight, no place to scream, no ears to listen. There is just the incessant hum of cars running by in a world too static to save itself.
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