Calm of sorts,
Wide wide eyes
Sweat, stress, tight.
My internal mind becomes tightly focused.
I pretend. And I am good at it.
I bet you didn’t know that I was this awesome.
I feel sometimes that I am an oasis of calm in a mighty sea of negativity and it battles me day and night and day and night and day and night but I hang on still because if I let go then it will encase me completely and i can’t let it take me over I can’t because if it does then I cease to be.
And that is just not an option it isn’t.
Eyes closed like its heaven
Small moments of my life