just five minutes

I just need a minute. Just one minute. To gather my thoughts, to do nothing but breathe. Well... let's be real I need like, five minutes. 

Today I'll give myself the gift of five glorious minutes of pause. Five minutes of inhales and exhales. Five minutes of silence- both external and internal. Because I can do that for myself. Because I value my sanity and need some time to recharge. I need some time to ground myself before I go fucking nuts... or, rather, before I go MORE fucking nuts. Society can only handle me at so much percent fucking nuts. Like, usually I'm about 65%. You can't go full retard. 

in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. in. out. 

hold

r   e  l  e  a  s  e

 

 

 

( Disclamer: I actually really dislike the word retard but I was quoting a movie so don't get your jock strap in a twist, internet)