Eyelash Flutter

Why does it take so long to still my soul?
Is it the sirens providing surround sound
Or does the internal noise drown out
The permission to rest
Reflection inches its way to the surface
Itching for a scratch
Space, to be
My soul stills for a moment
Only to be afraid of
The sense of worthlessness
It may feel if its not in
Constant motion
I crave to be trapped
Somewhere familiar
Without a car
No method of movement
Be it shoes or keys
Stilled anywhere
Long enough to experience
A slow, intentional
Eyelash flutter...