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Sep 2014
It can be the nicest thing,
Not breathing

Just laying there in the silence,
Not breathing

The silence that your ears try to fill with ringing the ringing that you break when you take,
A breath

It can be so peaceful,
Not breathing

Just feeling that thumping, against, your ribcage when you’re not,
Breathing

It can be so relaxing,
Not breathing

It’s a chance for your muscles to sleep while you lay there in silence not,
Breathing

The way your mind has no need to focus on anything but the fact that you’re not,
Breathing

Your brain just focuses on this silence this ringing the peace everything is peaceful only feeling your heart against your chest so relaxing laying there with the ringing of silence and your brain won’t let the world outside your own being in but when your throat starts pleading with that pain pleading for this air that we rely on to be, this action that is so simple and breaks this peaceful moment and we do it we take,
That breath.
Genevieve Rae
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Genevieve Rae  Christchurch New Zealand
(Christchurch New Zealand)   
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