*inhale*
sometimes
in the heat of the moment
i feel my lungs being filled with air
and my brain doesn't know what to do with it
so it sits there
expanding until it feels like it can explode.
sometimes i want it to happen
so the trapped air can collapse my lungs
and finally be free.
but where would that leave me?
*exhale*
i forget how i breathe
when dread overcomes me
it's hard
everything on your mind
last thing
you think about is breathing
for some odd reason
the air you need to survive
isn't an necessity
it's a want
i want to breathe without having to think about it.
