Sometimes I am not at rest about it.
Ok, to be honest, I am not at rest about it.
And that’s how it goes. I am aware of it happening. I feel the pressure and the tensity sinking over like a fog. It’s not fun and it most certainly is not easy. I react. I regret. And then I realize.
It happened again.
So what do I do?
I want it to pass. I want it to be history. I want to be stronger for it.
But the peace and rest still doesn’t come.
I am not at rest about it.