It's the quiet she's after.
The rare moment when the mind stills
And the heart only is heard
Beating irregular, but beating
And she knows there's a heart
That wants to feel, wants to be, wants to
Be able to keep time with all she's done,
Wants to do,
Needs to feel.
But it knows what it's like to feel deeply,
Strongly,
Put out a presence that can offend,
Can repulse,
Can be the object of predation,
Can rock others when all she wants is
Quiet.
No noticing.
No wanting.
No needing.
No sound.
Just still,
Nothing.
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