Air
I tried to grasp air
the air I liked,
not just any air.
This air was special
quite different from the rest.
I wanted it,
but it just wanted to disperse from my hand.
It played through my finger tips
danced around my very senses.
Toyed with my breathing pattern
until it started suffocating me.
Making me unable to inhale what I need.
The air had lost oxygen
it kept feeding me carbon.
The dioxide got to my lungs,
yet I still wanted to breathe it.
Why can't the air I like want to be grasped?
It's being stubborn.
It won't work with me.
I'm breathing in air's carbon
and I still need oxygen.
I don't understand why,
but I want... this air.
And it won't want me.
