Still

Find me still. Still and tranquil.
For what more I to stir?
Taste buds of my being, I can't taste you.
Neither sweet nor bitter.
No sense of you
Not hot, no cold
But I see you
I saw myself
And I here still. Still.
For what more I to stir?





**they say there is a time for everything. a time to stay, a time to move on. a time to laugh a time to cry. a time to persevere, a time to give up. when all means have been used up, sometimes the best way to go is to be still and allow things to happen