That my time is spent
Feeling through different parts of my body
The 4th rib on my right side
The slight scrape of stubble on my calf
My left earlobe bent against my skull.
I close my eyes
And allow the discomfort to settle in
Allow it to penetrate beneath the surface of my thoughts
Below the initial feeling of wanting to adjust
Deep into the actual body of my being
What’s there is unimpressive yet
Magnificently immense
And I often wonder
If most people ever reach it
Because most people can’t handle being alone
Can’t handle silence
Can’t sit in stillness and discomfort
I know this because
I still am most people
Some of the time
And really,
I am a product of my environment
I just refuse
To clutter the opportunity
With distraction.
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