Transience

 There’s something about stillness within motion today.

Something about being still while everything moves around me that’s soothing.

Particularly today…

There’s something strangely calming about sitting still while the buildings pass by, people pass by, cars pass by.

Everything is glanced at for only a quick minute, then it vanishes, vanishes like experiences, people, feelings.

Is it particularly soothing because I keep not growing,or am I growing at the pace of those vanishing buildings?

Do I keep finding myself in the same place, in the same shoes,while I have these experiences that’ll soon fleet away?

It might be soothing because I pay too much attention to fleeting images of everything, so I’m not grounded in the motion, in the experience.

Maybe I’ve grown too fond of fleeting, because I’ve fleeted from myself for far too long.

I think seeing the physical manifestation of my brain is so soothing.

Seeing a depiction of your brain instead of breathing it for a change is quite refreshing, I find. And that’s why I prefer to sit still in this moving bus.

There’s so much room to breathe in here, jaws unclenched and all. 

The commotion inside is too loud— watching it muted by a single sound of the bus feels like an unclenched jaw and fresh breath that mi-nutes the scar.

Unclench your jaws and breathe. In this midst of chaos, allow me to pause and quiet the amplified commotion while watching the motion with the volume muted.