By tikatarot on Skatehive
I keep outrunning a certain quiet from by filling the days so completely that the silence never gets close enough to show me what is living inside it waiting to be looked at honestly, I keep outrunning a certain quiet because the last time I stopped long enough to really listen to it, what it showed me was not the person I had been presenting to the world all this time, I keep outrunning a certain quiet from that I have dressed in the language forward motion, when the truth is I have been using this movement to avoid the confrontation the stillness keeps trying to arrange, If I sat down with myself tonight without a task or a reason to look away what is the first thing I would see before I had the chance to redirect my attention somewhere much more comfortable, I keep outrunning a certain quiet that doesn’t punish me with its content but rather by the things it keeps offering me that I’m not yet ready to accept without flinching and peacefully looking away… I have been reluctant to sit