Where peace lies

A poem about finding peace

Real peace cannot be found in crowded rooms,
busy streets and loud parties that conquer the night.
Real peace is quiet.
So quiet that it can slip through one’s finger.
So quiet that it cannot be heard by our loud minds.
The minds that have learned to find pleasure in the suffocating noise of reality.
The minds that are unable to search for it in the right place at the right time.
Peace exists in small moments that seem insignificant.
Moments that are void of intensity but rather filled with essence.
The essence of life.