Late night

[spitonyourgrave]

The panic was a tidal wave, it took her over and pulled her heartstrings; it was a harsh wind, it burned her eyes and made them soak her cheeks. She became a single, throbbing emotion that could barely breath through sobs. Despair built up around her walls, breaking the barriers that had provided her with years of protection, attacking the single fragile organ that she needed to live.

Breathing. Slow. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly. Relax.

Just. Breathe.