I sit here

dwelling in my mind

for, I cannot find

any place outside

that I want to go.

At times,

it's a hazy place

without quiet,

and I tend to run

from the noise.

Yet, inherently, I know

that there is no

such thing as running,

for running stirs a storm.

Only with beautiful noise

can I sedate the storm

to create a Calm

of my inner turmoil.

A Calm storm

slumbers in stillness

suspended

in the warmth

and amniotic safety

of my blue headspace.

There, I remain clear

to recover the noise

uncover the noise

discover the noise

as Words

for understanding

and for letting go..