Just close your eyes, and breathe, and breathe and breathe.
Everything will be alright, they promise, and just let things go. But I can’t help hold on to all of the little things that shouldn’t matter. So I tell myself over and over again, yet it doesn’t seem to do a thing. Ruminating over the ridiculous inconsequestional, or perhaps, truly the big things. And I’d love to stop myself and live for once. But I can’t and I just feel like breaking down.
