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