we eat big bedtime snacks until we're full
to fill the empty bedtimes spent alone
empty calories filled with meaning
full lives filled with emptiness
the problem is, we are living the dream
we are sleeping right through it
slow down with a fast
not to empty your self
but to fill your being
that each bite becomes a salubrious sensation
that each sip is gratifying gift
we are feeding the beast that is killing us all
find a quiet bench in a loud city
be surrounded by noises and find a quiet, a silence- inside yourself
find a bench that speaks to you in something quieter and clearer than words
sit
breathe
turn down the noise volume, so we can hear one another crying and praying
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