Procrastination

I know.
At the core
Of all this commotion
There is silence.
Silence that soothes
As soft as moonlight
Silence that scorches
As hard as the desert sun.
It scares me.
So I skim at the surface,
Splashing around with the waves
Adding to the clamour,
Crowding my brain
With a cacophony of voices.
But how long?