For once

I feel relieved for once.
After thinking anxiously for one day for less than 20 hours.

The anxiety or the long exposure to modern graphics distort my time extremely.
Two minutes feel like ten, ten feel like 40 and an hour feels like five.
A day feels like two and a week feels like 15 days.

But just once. For once. I made the choice to ask go peace.

I feel relief because in the mercy of an old friend I don’t have to risk the chance of seeing the m girl.

For once my needle has rotated towards quelling.

In this burning hot hell.

Is it real that healing is not measured by the distance of each breakdown but the recovery speed of each breakdown?

It’s not easy when you don’t know better.