you're like oxygen.
our lungs yearn for you, and you flood our veins, going back and forth our body as you keep us alive.
who do you belong to? the air claims you- no, the water- wait, the animals do- no.
everyone wants a hold of you because they don't want to asphyxiate. they want to live.
but what about you? when is it your turn to breathe? to live?
you're colourless, but turning blue
and no one notices, not even you.
you'll reach your limit, a point of no return, so,
do yourself a favour and fucking
breathe.
YOU ARE READING
anhedonia (unfinished)
Poetryanhedonia: [noun] the loss of interest and enjoyment in all activities that you once liked; the feeling of not caring anymore. title is in common letters for aesthetic purposes. all rights reserved.
