My Thoughts.

Breathe

We don't have to do anything at all to die.

We can hide in the cupboards or under the stairs our whole life and it will still find us.

Death will show up wearing an invisible cloak and it'll wave a magic wand and whisk us away when we least expect it.

It'll erase every trace of our existence on this earth and it'll do all this work for free.

It'll ask for nothing in return.

It'll take a bow at our funeral and accept our accolades for a job well done then disappear.

Living is a bit more complex.

There's still 1 thing we have to do.

Breathe.

In and out,

Everyday and hour and minute and moment we must inhale whether we like it or not.

Even as we plan to asphyxiate our hopes and dreams still we breathe.

Even as we wither away and sell our dignity to the man on the corner we breathe.

We breathe when we're right,

We breathe when we're wrong,

We even breathe as we slip off the ledge to an early grave.

It cannot be undone,

So I breathe.