calm, the anxious knots in your chest and the entangled thoughts in your mind

in the night, when tinny worries burst forth into turbulent vexations

when it is no less difficult to trick yourself into believing in your permanent solitude and 

being gradually unconvinced by the second of your usefulness upon being existent in this world

calm, the paranoia and fear and endless looping of conversations and actions gone wrong when it’s too late to do anything, literally and metaphorically

calm, the storm wreaking havoc within myself

calm, please