Stripping away all the pretense of happiness,
I sit with the discomfort, with the unease.
I sit with the frustration of not knowing it.
I observe it, as I can’t put a finger on it,

Quietness gives the stage to unquiet,
Stillness gives way to the restless urgency.

The dread, that comes with life,
Can be more useful as a friend,
Than seen as an uninvited guest.