YOU ARE READING cryptic thoughts Poetry #poetic oxygen 93 8 2 by modsun by modsun Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story i hold my breath, amd wait for you, to give me permission, to breathe again. and you fill my lungs with your soul, therefore, i depend on you, and the air i breathe, called oxygen.