Let me give in to it.
I find that during quiet late nights, when I am away from my phone, I crave reading more — and a kindle of an urge to write slowly surfaces.
Then I give in to it.
I know that I'm not alone in this.
You could argue that the thoughts I jot down are more often nonsensical or unhelpful, but just the act of writing takes a load off me and refreshes my mind's eye for the next day.
Alas, I even publish them here sometimes.
When I write, I let out longer exhales.
When I read, I hold my breath more often.
I pause a lot in between all those.
And I feel like that means more now than ever.