You stir through the room,
as if breathing was subconscious.
Your breath never wavers.

I'm acquainted with my breathing,
It's almost never instinctive.
It flickers.

Realistically,
we breathe the same air,
But yours is nimble.
And mine is undexterous.

My air is stagnant,
Breaths are fatiguing.
Lackluster.

You seem to rest on water,
Your movments are graceful.
Ethereal.

I struggle to breathe,
but our realities are different.
You'd never notice,
That I'm drowning.