And it feels good to be breathing again
Because writing is breathing
And I feel the words flow
Through my lungs
Like water through gills.
And I breathe the language of words
Emotions, and passion.
And I try not to hold my breath.
But sometimes I hold it for days
At a time. And
Each time a little part if me
Wants to die
Because I don't realize I'm
Holding my breath.
So here's to breathing,
Raise your glass high.
And take a
Breath