We move furniture. We move cities. We move on.
We re-arrange rooms. We re-arrange priorities. We re-arrange love.
We are in motion for survival. We are frequent fliers and frequent liars and that’s no accident. When we are hurt, torn, or otherwise confused, we turn to distraction. We cannot stay still, and we cannot always be truthful. We will run until we blister, until we know that we are stable enough to take pause.
Check your pulse when you are ready to know it.