downtown galaxy - my poetry

stagnant.

the air is still most of the time. and most of the time i don't need to roll down the windows and i can breathe just fine. most of the time.

but sometimes it's stifling. and it's too neutral and too quiet and too undisturbed and it's too much and not enough and now i'm trying and i'm trying but my lungs are closing up

and hey, can anyone roll down the window? because sweat is breaking out on my forehead and it's mixing with the tears and i can't find the keys and it hurts it hurts it hurts make it stop just make it stop someone please just smash open the window now i need fresh air now because this air is stale and i thought it was enough but it's choking me and i can't live like this anymore

we all need fresh air and i need to get to it on my own like everyone else does but i think i need some help please i think i need some help because when i do i'm trying to inhale but it's too cold and it's scraping my throat and my words can't come out right and this isn't how i wanted to breathe

and i'm looking, waiting, hoping for someone who won't mind sharing their oxygen with me. for just a little while. just a little while.