People don't seem to understand
when I say I'm dying.
And they ask, "Are you breathing?"
And the answer in the moment,
in that realistic moment is YES,
YES I AM BREATHING.
YES, my heart is still pumping blood,
YES, my lungs are still working,
YES, I'M PHYSICALLY OKAY,
RIGHT NOW.
But seconds pass like a moth's lifespan,
time flies before our very eyes,
it can be a flash,
and things can change so drastically.
But they can't seem to understand
that I am suffocating.
I was suffocating.
