Restless beats my heart,
as if it knows something
I have not yet dared to think.

The air is too still,
time too slow,
as if everything waits
for what remains unspoken.

I walk without direction,
too many voices
in my head,
and one silence
heavier than any word.

Still,I keep moving,
not to escape,
but to avoid falling still
in the middle of myself.

I breathe deeply,
as if air alone
can shift the weight
I do not yet understand.

Slowly,it grows quieter,
not around me,
but somewhere inside,
where thoughts hide
behind old walls.

Perhaps unrest
is not an enemy,
but a signpost,
a whisper
that says:
something new begins here.