There is not enough quiet,
in this world so loud,
a screaming symphony
of notifications and needs.

A hum,
a thrum,
a constant, gnawing crowd
pressing in, planting anxious little seeds.

Where everything is a race,
where you run till you drown,
chasing shadows,
fleeting glimpses of "enough."

Lost in the echo chamber
of this bustling town,
yearning for stillness,
a touch, gentle and rough.

Like the wind
whispering secrets through tall grass,
or the soft fall of snow
on a winter's night.

A space to breathe,
a moment that will last,
beyond the blinding glare
of artificial light.

A quiet heart,
a quiet mind,
a quiet soul,
lost in the static, searching for control.