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Jan 2016
breathe in
breathe out
inhale doses of cold
exhale pieces of soul
watch
as soul blends
with translucent fog
becomes one
with the water
hanging in the air

there is no more night
there is no more day
there is nothing
but misty grey
and breathing in
and breathing out
and becoming one
with the water
hanging in the air

to drift through the cold
suspended alongside
water molecules
slowly breathing away
soul
slowly sinking into
oblivion
to simply breathe in
and to simply breathe out
and to call this...

grounding?
"breathe in" they tell you
"breathe out" they tell you
to say this relieves anxiety is an understatement.
to lose oneself in simply breathing, is to die.
oakley
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oakley  Kandern, Germany
(Kandern, Germany)   
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