In the quiet of the morning
stillness reigns supreme.
A tranquil pause before the world awakes.
The air is calm, gentle waters mirror,
as if time itself has come to a halt.
Suddenly beneath the surface trembles,
a hidden energy,
A current of movement eager to burst
In the depths of the ocean, creatures stir,
Their graceful dances unseen by human eyes.
The trees sway gently in the breeze,
Their branches reaching for the sky in silent motion.
Birds take flight, wings slicing through the air,
A symphony of movement
And so the world spins on its axis,
A delicate balance of quietude and motion.
For in the stillness, there is movement,
In the movement, there is stillness.
Each complements the other in a dance,
A rhythm of life that pulses through the universe.
In stillness, we find peace,
in movement, we find purpose.
About the Creator
Emmy B
I write some of my truths, and use words to weave stories and ideas together. Writing is a passion and an outlet for me and I hope to inspire, challenge, or simply be a reflection of others's experiences - to make people feel seen!
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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