I sigh a lot more these days. 

It's almost as if each breath I take requires

 more effort 

to expel else it might just 

remain in me. 

Each time I exhale

purposefully, I
 breathe easier,

if only temporarily.

Hello there, little puffs of storm vapour. 

Did I mention

 that I sigh a lot more these days? 

This paralinguistic respiration seems

 to be keeping me

 within the upper & lower control limits.

When I start drifting 

past the second and

inching across the third standard deviation,

 I sigh. 

I sigh;

 temporarily hijacking the stream

through an Inception-esque kick 

so I'm back in control.

Conscious.

 It's nice to know that I subconsciously watch out for myself. 

But how long more until the elastic loosens and 

the spring's no longer as bouncy;

maybe the mean might've shifted by then

 and the control limits changed.

 I wouldn't know, would I?

At least, not until I'm there.

I sigh a lot these days. 

Be it wistful thinking, involuntary regretting 

or unnecessary angsting, 

I sigh - loud & audible, 

only then I breathe a little easier.