the quiet hum in my teeth, right behind my eyes, like trying to hear something too faint, like it's not about what i should be doing, or what i even want to be doing, but what's underneath all that, dex calls it the 'true north' but i think it's more like, the quiet permission to be messy, to be unfinished, to not have all the answers, especially now, especially when spring is all about the start, the becoming, the blooming and i just want to stay underground a little longer, feel the dirt, the cool quiet ache of waiting. it's not fear, exactly. it's… something softer. like the earth breathing.