I take a breath.
You take a breath.
The entire world colectivly takes a breath.
You can feel the Earth breathing, pulsating and turning inside out, its neonic insides pertruding from all it's orifices. It smells of pain. Of rotten nothingness.
You breathe, but do you want to? You see people dancing, you can't see them but you know they're dancing. They spin like the Earth, breathing. The sky is melting into a royal blue.
Are you breathing?
Breathe in the burning air. Smell the bloody grass. Walk on the breathless waters. It's your world. It's nobody's world.
Can I breathe?
I cannot. But I will. Breathe in the Earth's insides, walking on shards of the time passed, all scattered across the galaxy.
Do you want to breathe?
You do not. Yet you do. You scream and whisper and run and stop and laugh and cry and you know this is the end but it's the beginning.
You're lost.
You were found.
Just breathe.
