Do you ever sit and listen to yourself breathe?

We take an average of 16 breaths per minute. That's 23,040 breaths a day, or 46,080 inhales and exhales if you must.

But I don't think about this.

I don't think about my internal ***** systems that connect with the outer forces to push out air from my lungs 23,040 times a day.

But maybe I should, or we should.

Maybe we should take a minute everyday and hear ourselves breathe, reminding ourselves our bodies and earth have somehow created a perfectly balanced atmosphere for our inhales and exhales.

I don't know if that's miraculous or if the universe is just that good, but it's something worth pausing for, and breathing for.

We hung out one month ago and your face is still engrained into my mind as if I just saw you yesterday.

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Music connects us, you and me.
Each harmony, each bridge rolls off our tongues

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Every time I start to write a poem about you, my mind drifts to

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I just really like you ok!!!

I keep smiling down at my brussel sprouts and I think people are noticing.

Paint, dribbling into water - each drop, like ink, bleeding into a haze as a home for the thick bristles of a brush.

A canvas, tones of rosy pinks and deep reds - blending like strawberries and cream. Love.

Fingers, chipped paint under its nails - palms splotched.

What is it like to be still?

Floating in the ocean, completely surrendered to the hues of blue that is the ocean and sky - blending into the horizon.

My head tilts back into the depths of the sea, and my ears are muffled into the water.

Silence.

My eyes look up into the vast, cloudless sky.

I don't hear anything and I don't see anything.

I feel everything.

Crawling into your sheets is comfortable. It's warm. It's safe.

But the earth is not tucked in every night.

The world goes round, and so do we.

Some move slowly; locking eyes with a small crush or quitting a job for something bigger.

And some move fast; stuttering "I love you" to your sweetheart or packing your bags because a better life is elsewhere.  

The earth goes round in a vast sea of unknown, as do we.
But the world keeps spinning, and we keep discovering. Rain or shine, we move.

It's the discomfort that brings comfort.

My head. My thoughts.
It's a bunch of you's and a bunch of me's, doing everyday things.
Sometimes you ride in the car with me to work when I'm feeling overwhelmed.
Sometimes you're buying ice cream with me at Raleys, and choosing the red box movie.
Sometimes you're lying next to me, telling me about your day as your fingers twiddle with mine.
I like the times when you're with me, but I want the times where I'm with you.