I wake up, the sun peeking through the blinds.
I lay on the floor, I sigh. my lungs clean and clear. I sit up. my things on the floor where They dropped.
I wanna get better whispers through the ear buds. I pick it up, and stop it.
4:48
Two hours I've been on the floor, they must think I'm dead. Embarrassment laces my mind. I put the inhaler into my pocket.
I go and tell the clerk I'll return in a few days, the clerk had seemingly no care, no care that I had come from no where and that I was headed no where, that I was completely anonymous other than the name Genesis. I had no last name.
I mount my bike. I had no choice but to stop for fuel and for food.
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Lungs
AdventureTo live with failing lungs is to go down with the ship This is the story of life without worry The inevitable is no more.
