The quiet rush

CARTE BLANCHE #13

March carries a different kind of movement. Not rushing. Not forcing. Just the quiet sense that something inside you is ready to move. Yet. You stay still. It is not an explosion. It is not even a flood. It feels like the backwashing waves on the sand. It rocks. It carresses. It wraps. So you get enough time. To test the waters. To seek the horizon. On the edge of your tomorrow. Moved on the inside. Still on the outside. The sparkle of emotions. Invisible.

You don’t need to budge. You know what dance is going on inside. How it thinks. How it heals.

You only have to know. To sense. Something inside you is ready to move. Yet. You stay still. You know. You sense. An utter change that nobody can see nor feel. They think they do though. Because you do look a bit different. Your shape has changed. Your voice has moved. But they can’t imagine the scale of the change. Nobody knows. Feels. As much as you. The quiet sense that something inside you is ready to move. To reborn. Nobody knows. Feels. The new person moving inside you. Moved inside you. Because you stay still. Enjoying this new pace. This new path. On the edge of your tomorrow. Moved on the inside. Still on the outside.

This is a secret between you and you. For once. You are not even eager to share. This dance in between your mind and soul. Exploring an entire new world of thoughts. You just want to keep it inside. To make it grow fonder. Stronger. Brighter. You don’t need to rush. To force. You know. You sense. Just the quiet sense that something inside you is ready to move. Yet.

You stay still.

Justine T. Annezo – March, 13th 2026 – GTM+1