It’s never loud… but it stays in the way that I think when the moment goes quiet It lives in the edge… of the words that I use when the tone don’t align but I hide it …it’s under the surface …it’s already working It don’t hit like a break, it’s a shift in the placement, a change in the way that it lands when it’s said Not sharp… …not direct But it sits in the space between meaning and what I expect There’s a weight in the gap between what was delivered and what I received when it settled inside Like it carried a message that wasn’t intended… …but still found a place …to reside I don’t react in the moment, I move like it’s nothing affecting the rhythm I’m in But later it shows in the replay of lines where the tone don’t reflect what I knew from within It’s not enough just to stop me… …but enough just to stay I let it pass… …but it don’t fade It builds in a way that is hard to detect when it’s happening live in the flow of the day Not loud… …not clear Just a shift in the feel that I don’t always hear I don’t carry it forward like something I’m holding, it moves with the motion and stays in the frame But every so often I feel it adjusting the way that I speak or the way that I say There’s a line where it crosses from nothing to something… …but I never can tell …where it starts It just slowly becomes part of the pattern that lives in the space just outside of my thoughts I don’t fight it… …I don’t chase I just move… …at my pace I let it pass… …but it don’t fade It’s never loud… but it stays in the way that I think when the moment goes quiet It lives in the edge… of the words that I use when the tone don’t align but I hide it …it’s under the surface …it’s already working Not loud… Not gone… Just something that moves when I’m moving along It’s never loud… but it stays in the way that I think when the moment goes quiet It lives in the edge… of the words that I use when the tone don’t align but I hide it …it’s under the surface …it’s already working
