i have made myself so readily unavailable to silence and stillness as of late, falling into the helpless cycle of consistent diligence. and as i sit here and remind myself to breathe this morning i can't help but wonder when the idea of busyness became a complaint disguised in the most boisterous fashion. today i want to be the opposition, not lost in idleness or indifference, but rather a focused individual relishing in how simple and unappreciated twenty-four hours can be.
"find me here, speak to me, in the place where i find peace again."
