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After a while, the residents of the sea do not hear the sound of the waves. How bitter it is, the story of routine.
Sometimes, I fear,
I am letting myself forget
just how to be alone
How to linger in between spaces
revel in delicious silences
But it gets so scary when the brain is constantly clouded by the refrain of
"I should be"
"There’s too much to do"
so that stopping to drink some tea and
reflect on the day becomes
a monumental obstacle to some goal I can’t define
and am not quite sure that I want anyway
Somehow go go go
seems like the better option
but perhaps it’s only because I’ve forgotten
how to ask
truly feeds me?