[expectations]

Walking on that tightrope, feeling like the slightest wrong breath will cause me rolling down.

Who are you to judge if this breath is wrong? Who am I to decide when it is time to let go?

I stayed too long at one place; enough for my peace to interrupt.

Trapped in the cycle of what-ifs, i need to hold on to something to feel safe again. To feel i can take all wrong breathes but at the end, learn how to grow. 

I don’t think my brain is is broken and it’s causing me these thoughts ; i think they way i live is broken and my perfectly working brain struggles to cope.

/Exhale and go.