You stop to think
To listen before you speak
The atmosphere consuming you
Pulling you deeper and deeper

You lose yourself
Succumbing to numbness
The deafening sound of a million mosquitos
Piercing every sound barrier

A sudden jolt of adrenaline
The wind catches your breath
You see it float away
With nothing but helplessness

Perhaps there is a way
To pull through
Or, perhaps, there is not
But this is it for now

You stop to think
To listen before you speak
Only you find yourself
Clutching on to thin air