Stillness

As the world shapes itself around efficiency, as the organic hands of workers and artists get replaced by the dull churning of machines, I find it most peaceful to embrace stillness. I want to be the grass sleeping in between the sidewalk as people walk and bustle around it. I want to be the unmoving thing, the tree standing as the temperamental weather dashes back and forth from rain to sunshine to hail. I don’t have to be moving all the time. I don’t want to be pushed toward the pace that others expect me to live in. For now, I’ll be idle, existing in a plane between the busyness of society and the complete serenity of nothingness.