I looked out over the fields,
it was all so quiet
and I was scared that the silence outside
would make it all too noisy inside,
but it didn’t.
I went at its pace,
flowed into the slow rhythm,
let my mind work on a tempo
that seemed a lot more human.
I had so much to sift through then,
I thought it’d all seem huge amidst the quiet,
but everything slowed down
and no matter how big it all was
I felt no hurry,
no rush to make everything alright.
Just go to a quiet place, and let it flow,
slow, slow, slow…
That’s the pace you need
to find the calm to get better.
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