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I feel the tension rising, 

The storm in my mind is brewing,

Clouds of fear, doubts, and uncertainty, 

Swirling like a dust storm in my mind. 

Sleep eludes me as the storm stirs 

Failures, fears and insecurities. 

A tornado of memories rising.  

Reminding me of every broken promise, 

Every love lost,

Every heart break, 

Reminding me of every time, 

I was too much…. 

Or not enough…

Every excited plan that never happened, 

The rise, the falls

Deeps breathes, and eyes closed, 

Breathe in Counting 1,2,3,4,5,6…

Breathe out 6,5,4,3,2,1…. 

Let myself feel … 

Breathe in 1,2,3,4,5,6… 

Breathe out 6,5,4,3,2,1… 

The cloud of memory debris slowly fades… 

Until the past finally settles.. 

A film of broken memories left lying on the floors of my mind…

Until the winds of yesterday blow again.