Okay

Rest

Choose to rest.
Sit, listen, think, wait.

Let the voice of the silence overtake you.
Let the rush of the world settle down and take its place outside.

Rest like you had nothing else to do. More things pile on more,
a never ending up hill battle to grab something that doesn't really
exist.

Almost.
Its here, but almost, the rest it feels... like something never really felt before.
Foreign to me, but I long for it, yet only chase its thought.

Its been right here all along.