I actually breathed today,
I actually felt the warmth sticking above the roof of my mouth,
vastly turning into a cloud of unspoken words among the atmosphere,
In and out, Exhale, Inhale,
Among other things, It was nice to me, steady and slow,
relishing in the fact that my air tasted so sweet,
savoring it as if it were too delicate, that the brush of the tip of my
fingernail can cause an eruption that led beauty to collapse under the
bridge of living,
that this air kept me alive,
the pinpoint of my whole entire existence dependable on these
wanderlust daring mindset lungs,
that were once burning from a lit flame, Plopping the pill like match
through the maze like bellow of stomach, hoping to end the darkness that once
grew within me,
My breath only blew the candle out in the end like my birthday cake that
would only merely be less admirable by the decaying bones I dragged
along as the years flew by,
So I'll remember to caress my lungs and whisper thank yous to the air I breathe,
And at times when my mind becomes wary and my breath is taken for
granted, I'll take CPR just to get the satisfaction of saving my own life,
Till time comes knocking at your door,
Just breathe.
