I have to remember to release my breath.
I don’t want to die, I just want to sleep.
But the grip around my heart just tightens, as my chest heaves up and down. My palms are sweaty, and I find myself staring down the ceiling.
The once-white ceiling, now transformed into an artistic piece of daily worries, superimposed upon my inner insecurities. Fear being the curator, I’m seated at the exhibition and treated to a nightmarish tour.
I have to remember to breathe.
I don’t want to die, I just want to sleep
Forget my today’s worries and rest within the bosom of nothingness for the few hours I have between today and ‘tomorrow’
I just have to remember to breathe
I just want to sleep