Sentiments of the fogginess,
Led off by a scented nothingness,
As our breath floats into the midair—a far distance...
Far...
Until it\'s cut short.
As if forlornness could be perceived,
Longing off to be relieved as much as the rest have.
The silence is mingled with a ringing in my ears.
As the silence hits the floor...
Therefore, I have never heard true silence before.
The silence is mangled by the crunch of the snow,
And the animals seem quite keen to know.
Look at them—some fat and some too lean.
All the food I keep inside one big box,
Which they search outside in hopes to find.
Never as rare as this in mine.
But I keep this in mind— that I am cursed with universal greed,
Yet blessed to offer so kind.
I try to be still...
But I know,
\"You have made us for yourself,
O Lord,
And our heart is restless until it rests in You.\"
Blood I can spill.
Until the beating of my heart and the pulses in my veins...
...
\"STOP\"
Is this the feeling of life?
I lay in bed and feel the constant
Thump, thump, thump
In my arm.
Therefore, I have never felt true stillness before,
Through these sentiments.