I mistook peace as punishment. It was just so plain and quiet. And so I doused it in caffeine and special sauce and wondered why I felt so much worse. And I’ve been trying to find my way back to peace ever since. That delicate little space that always feels like it’s trying to drown me, so that I call for help and spend my last dimes on fancy flotation devices. Only when I’m so tired of running do I just give up and let go and trust that peace will have my back and every time I do, I pray to peace to remind me not to run from it again.
-JLK
