We Are Naturally Slow

We are the slow thinkers.

We carefully map out our thoughts,

ideas, opinions, every single one of them.

We analyse to form words eloquent enough to pass on.

We move slow.

Crawl, pace around the room before making a decision

We turn and flip it like the omelettes for breakfast,

burnt to a crisp.

We are the slow dreamers.

We take our time to wake up

from slumber.

Because the dream world is way more creative,

intuitive and most of all languished in little uniformity.

We are the slow writers,

Slowly bidding our time

for more jumbled up words to form

for this reality to end.

We’d rather find ourselves lost in every 600-page book.

Yes, we move slow.

We move at a pace not fit for this world—a world that

demands so much from our withering bodies.

We tread through this world with

the stubbornness we inherited as a child

“The world is tough out there”

Yet we walk out the door

with our hearts on our sleeves.

No armour for the soft-hearted.

We move at a pace opposite of the

hustle & bustle of cities

endorsed through megaphones of the on-lookers.

We’re not fit for all this noise,

rooms filled with people so crowded

we need to shout over each other.

Words become uninhabited in people’s minds.

Just passing through one ear out the other.

Everyone’s on the go.

But we move slow, goddamn.

We’re not fit for much, but fuck, we’re trying.

We’re trying to make things work—somehow.

And this time, we’re listening to what our body asks of us.

Listen to what nourishes us

To what best replenishes us.

Our bodies need us to take it slow,

to defy the laws of the ever-growing digitalised era.

We move along the seeds that take decades to become a full-grown tree.

-Dhea P.E.