We fight the stillness,
Trying our hardest to avoid the darkness
And the quiet that it brings,
Because even when we’re screaming in our own minds
For someone to save us from
The crowds of people taking over,
The quiet still seems lonely.
If only I would learn to let you speak.
Not just in the moments when the storm is higher
Then I know what to do with,
Or when the walls are too slick
At rock bottom that I can’t pull myself up,
Or the times I feel so lonely,
Forgetting who to turn to when I can’t feel you there.
But, in the moments when I feel you sitting there,
So strongly, waiting,
I can’t help but be anything but still.
Even when my mountains crumble,
Yours stay strong,
Screaming their adoration without saying a word,
The ocean crashes against the walls you gave it,
Obeying sometimes more silently than me,
In my stillness I am learning,
I can see, that you do so much of this for me.