Everything is still,
Except for my mind.
I'm just a speck to the world,
Yet it's enough to make the world spin.
Outside it's quiet,
But in my head i hear a million sounds.
Sounds of shouting, sounds of pain, and yet sounds of laughter.
Stop.
I stand still.
I hear the air and the animals, the beauty of life that so often gets overlooked.
Why does beautiful bring pain?
You only get one shot at this thing,
You want it to be perfect in every way.
Then why is it never?
I stand as one, alone on this piece of cement,
But this is God's creation that i stand in.
And in his arms,
I am complete.
