I need... to breathe. Just. Breathe.

I keep remembering last semester and instead of a helpful reminder of things to avoid it's a terrifying flashback, inducing similar symptoms as the previous. A vicious cycle.

The theme this semester is breathing. In class, in work, in life.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Slow, neutral, relaxed. Calm. I just have to keep it up.

One cannot just break down and snap a fuse every winter. It's just not done in polite society.

We're all about control here. That's how we do. We breathe.

ink :: graphite