its time to open the windows
and get some air into your lungs
to inhale and exhale deeply without thinking and thinking and thinking
they say that the eyes are the windows to your soul.
so its time you open the windows
and finally start seeing
without grey smog fogging over your eyes.

open the windows to your soul.

open the door and breathe
locking yourself in your room will give you
cobwebs and dust in the hidden corners of your heart,
the parts which you no longer seem to remember.
your ears no longer listen
your eyes no longer see
and i wonder if your heart still beat
as i see the unmoving lump under the sheets.

open the door to your heart.

its time to relax your tight vise on the dying lungs
if you hold on so tightly to your lungs,
just like how you held your loved ones so close to you
and wouldn't let them leave until you had to open your eyes to the truth
slowly, you cannot breathe
slowly, your heart cannot beat.

open the fist that is not letting go easily.